A month after they'd moved back together Laura came in on a Saturdaymorning as her husband and son were going to shoot some hoops. She lovedseeing her...men playing sports together. "I'll going to the Galleria,Robert," she said with a happy smile. She kissed him lovingly. "They havea sale on women's shoes in three different stores."Like husbands everywhere, Robert groaned.She kissed him and patted his cheek. Her heels clattered a merry tune andshe walked out to her Mercedes convertible. It was so. OK, let's do your makeup."She led me to the makeup counter. It was weird walking in these heeledsandals. My first step, I nearly twisted my ankle. She didn't noticehowever, which limited my embarrassment to only myself.Nicole proceeded to put on foundation and concealer on my face whileshe narrated what she was doing. Maybe she's hoping one day I'll dothis on my own. Next came eyeshadow and mascara. This time I actuallywatched intently. I noticed how she was blending the different colors.This. Destroyed everything in my life, destroyed our love, and destroyed how I was trying to build her company and her father’s company. Destroyed all the sacrifices I had made to make her proud of me! But something went wrong. Somehow, when I wrote about how many times Susan and I had visited Rosewood Canyon during our first three years . . . well it started me thinking about how many times we had visited it after John died. During that first year, without John’s help and assistance I began working. I was rather surprised, to tell you the truth. When I asked the man why he wanted me to leave my bag at the counter, he told me that it was store policy. I pointed to the hefty white woman with the oversized shopping bag and her son’s backpack. The security guard said they weren’t a risk, then asked if I were going to comply with his order and leave my bag at the counter. I absorbed all of this slowly. According to this security guard, the store had a policy of asking people to leave their bags.