Someone passed me some tissues and I eventually got myself under control to apologize to the rest of the group."Are we to assume that this lovely crea...ure was the model for "Ethereal woman?" someone asked. I took several deep breaths and held her to me. "This lovely creature is my mentor, my hero, my guiding light, and yes, the model for "Ethereal Woman," but more than that she is my best friend and just being in the same room with an artist of her talents is such an honor."She kissed my hair. I ran to where I'd dropped my purse and brought it back at a run. Carelessly, I dumped the contents on the ground and found what I was looking for; a sanitary pad I kept on hand for emergencies. With an apologetic smile, I ripped it open and pressed it over the wound."Sorry, it's all I have."He shook his head and smiled a little more widely. "I've carried them into combat myself. Sterile and easily available. Who could ask for more?"The rest of the beach-goers had regained enough courage to. . unfortunate. However, the misfortune will not be mine alone. I have great interest in the welfare of the wife and child of Jack Heyward. I have none in that of the wife and child of Jackson Carstairs, and fear they may meet with ... misadventure. Does this alter your response?"The voice was dead cold; I couldn't keep on being coy."All right," I said, "let's say I am Jack Heyward—" Yes, let us say that," came that frigid voice. "You see how easily two men of intelligence may resolve such minor. It was going to be one of those things that replays in my mind, over and over. I cleared my mind and steeled myself as I knocked on Molly’s door.Molly opened the door and gestured inside. “Hey. Come on in, if you want.”“Sure.” I replied, coming in and sitting down on the bed. “How’s life?”“I think things are actually going pretty well.” she told me. “I’m definitely calming down. No more meltdowns. I’m playing video games a bit more, that’s kind of helping, although it makes me feel guilty for.