.to her left hand to see if she's married." "Proof positive that you're over thirty," she laughed.)Although clearly fatigued, she also reeked of nervo...s energy and her alert eyes were not aimed at the floor as she walked, but casually glancing all around her: observant, aware.And then she stopped. About three doors down the balcony she stopped and glanced, then peered into one of the room windows. I couldn't see into that window from my position but I didn't need to, her eyes, her body and soon. And when he wasn’t teaching he was nagging. Still, there was no excuse for her typos. That’s how an A grade paper ended up with an F. She looked at the F which summed up her f-ing life, and understood why Van Gogh had sliced off his ears. Life simply sucked. And if that was not all, nothing mattered anymore. Her husband of many years had just told her he wanted to leave. And she was mourning the loss of a lousy sexless ten year marriage. At 34, nonetheless, and with no kids to show for it,. The black woman turned, and seemed like she was about to protest, and Blossom knew it was better to act quickly. She was already fully prepared. Inside Blossoms purse, there was a button, and a heavy, hard container of liquid. She had kept the mechanism primed for firing at an instant's notice, and that instant had come. From a hard-to-notice nozzle at the lower corner of the pink purse a powerful spray of pinkish gel erupted in a furious, high-pressure stream. They three women screamed and. " You know it's a-gonna cost ya a bit; right?" he asked as he lifted his eyebrows a bit."I understand," I responded. "But this is important to me. Both investigations are important to me in the long run."Yep! I was checking on Francine's activities, especially when she was not with me. That included when she was traveling on business or whenever she went 'out with the girls from work' or for any other activities that did not include me.But, I was also trying to get a clearer picture of Frank.