A pair of open-toed shoes with a medium-sized heel completed today's outfit. She was much more sensibly dressed for today's heat than most of the busi...ess people scattered around the cafe – including me.Her arms were bare from the shoulders down, apart from the delicate watch around her left wrist and the fine bracelet she wears on her right wrist. Sometimes she's worn hose or tights or whatever but today her long, muscular legs were bare.I've always been a leg-man. Sure, I like to admire the. A woman.I finished peeing and stood to wash my hands and face, looking closely at the face that stared back at me from the mirror. This was only the second day. How was I going to last for another 363 more. I decided then and there that if I spent every day feeling sorry for myself, I would either go crazy, or commit suicide before the year was up. So I determined that I would accept my fate and move on. I brushed my teeth to get the awful taste from my mouth, and then I showered, and shampooed. "When he sees Devi, maybe he'll stay and help. How could he not?" Because he's a man, Joseph. Because he's a man."Devi had quieted down and stopped feeding. After burping her Natty set her carefully into the cushioned sink basin Joseph's mother had helped them rig up as a cradle. The purity of innocence of those blue/gray eyes, her father's eyes, and the smile, her mother's smile, finished Joseph's heartbreak Natty had begun. As Devi blinked her way to sleep, Joseph began to cry. Natty led him. Smithfield Don had a number of loves, mostly other men’s wives or daughters but his most significant loves were his love of law, the love of his land and the fine horses that graced it’s pastures and stables and Amelia, his daughter who reminded him almost much too much of his late wife Elizabeth, who one day unfortunately arrived home unexpectedly. Elizabeth had found Smithfield between the legs of socialite Mrs James Benrow. Smithfield’s upset wife went into her dressing room and returning.