I better take advantage of it to get out of bed."When he was finally out of bed he checked his beeper and saw a cell phone number he was unfamiliar wi...h. It didn't seem like an emergency so he just jotted the number down and decided to call later in the day."Now all I need is a bath," he thought, grabbing some clean clothes he decided to use the bathroom on the first floor. "That should give Amy more time to sleep peacefully."Just as he reached downstairs he heard, "knock, knock, knock." Hmm,. Miller thought for a moment. Then he picked up the receiver of the telephone on his desk. “Mabel? Dr. Miller here.... I'm fine, thank you. Mabel, could you connect me to Theodore Baxter in the city? His number is Melrose 4251.... Yes, I know there's a charge.... Thank you, dear.”“Baxter residence. Who is calling?”“Stan Miller. How are you, Ted?”“Stan? Good to hear from you. I'm well, thank you. How is that dear daughter of yours?”“She has a dilemma. That's why I rang. It had hurt a lot to see that the car was gone, but while he was talking she had finally seen the big picture. It seemed that life had continued on and they were both pretty much where he had said they would be at this point. ‘Ok, I’m sorry,’ she said quietly. ‘It looks as though I really screwed up here.’ He didn’t say anything when she paused. ‘So, what do we do now? What is it you want to do? What about us? Is there even an us here to discuss?’ ‘Well, I guess we should start with where you. .. bad? He was a warrior by profession, he had killed scores of adversaries over the years, no doubt leaving grieving widows and orphaned children in his wake. So why did this feel so much worse?He tried to ignore his conscience, throwing a couple more books into the bag, drawing it closed and slinging it over his back. As he made his way towards the exit, he knelt to grab a few handfuls of coins, stuffing his pockets and filling some of the empty pouches on his belt. He had to fight the desire.