It was a rare case when healthy people like him died suddenly and without warning, but it’d happened to him. Sheila shook her head, a year had passe... and she deserved to move on. Now, she was going to be living with Mike, but she wanted to make sure he’d be fine with every single step they might need to take for a guaranteed pregnancy. * * * * ‘Boy or girl?’ ‘Hmmm?’ ‘Boy or girl?’ An angel beamed in the middle of her room, waiting for Sheila’s response. He wanted to know or so it seemed her. “No, I’m fine,” I said, “Tell me anything you are comfortable with. I’ve heard a lot in my time here.” This was not strictly true. Students didn’t talk much about their personal lives with me as I’d gotten older. But alright, I really wanted to hear anything that Chloe would tell me about her personal dealings. “Jake and I have been together for about six months. We are super-compatible, both like the same things, think the same way. Sexually, I have a lot more experience than he did, and. If she had make-up on, it was either done to perfection or she had the smoothest skin I had ever seen. I already mentioned her height, she was barefoot and towered over me by six or seven inches. I usually considered myself somewhat tall at five-foot-seven, well except for that plane trip that found me sitting amongst a Women’s National Basketball Association (WNBA) team. She wasn’t a basketball player, she was closer to looking like one of the American Gladiators from that old television. The shock induces a kind of zombie like state. That was bad enough. For Stephane though it must have been worse by several fold. For him there was no warning. No waiting for months and months for a court case. No court case at all. Just a woman called Claudette explaining to him, convincing him that it was all over for him. But even then, even in that office, as Claudette had painstakingly described the evidence against him, even as he sat, slumped in his chair and watched the television.