Thefinal candidate, or at least the last one before Malcolm, stormed out.Malcolm had found the other two had as well, making the young man morethan a ...ittle nervous.Amber came to the door. She was dressed extremely conservatively, wearinga trouser suit, flat shoes, and a jacket and shirt combination. She alsowore no makeup, giving her a slightly unfeminine look about her."Come in... Malcolm," Amber asked in a fairly assertive voice. Malcolmwasted no time in doing as asked, following his. .. I've just got this image of the three of us as Charlie's Angels with you sending us out to right wrongs..." This isn't funny, Hope."She stopped laughing quickly, but by then he was stalking away towards the gate, and she knew from the way he walked that it wouldn't be worth following him just yet."Have you forgiven me yet?" Hope leant over the back of the sofa with a conciliatory look on her face."Yes," Marcus replied with a faint smile. "Shawna had pretty much the same reaction you did when. The farther north you lived, the less the government gave a shit. My medical file was lost on three different occasions, not counting the twice the military deliberately lost it to prevent having to pay out benefits. Most of the entrance medical was looking at my medical history. With no medical file, I had no medical history.The next thing that clued me in to the fact that I wasn’t dreaming was when I got to my locker. I couldn’t remember the combination to my lock. My dreams tended to be. Then came the chilling night. As they say, night changes many things. We were, post-dinner, still giggling, enjoying in the same room all four of us together. We felt that we were made for each other sharing college stories, life, and other stuff.Nida, too, lost all inhibition she has for strangers (She never removes her head cover except before me). She was speaking about all her stories and past. The weather was inviting. I couldn’t stop looking at my wife as a husband, occasionally holding.