My mom had a tough life until she divorced. She’d married quite late compared to others in her generation at 35, been my father’s second w...fe and it seemed he’d only married her to have someone cook and clean and provide some carnal satisfaction. They had argued a lot – as far back as I could remember, and enough for me to get sick of it.Anyway, it all finally ended with a divorce and with me as an only child. And now mom just wanted to stick to working in her job of. That's how we left it."Can you handle this?" I asked Eve, as I handed her the folder.,"Of course, do you want the best price, with fast delivery, from a reliable company?" she asked."Of course," I replied. I sat my ass down on the sofa looking out at the second floor of the Drugstore Condos, while I drank my coffee. I don't know why but I thought of the empty luxury unit and the empty utilitarian unit and then of Kate the real estate tycoon's daughter. I wondered if she had fond enough memories. Jack and his men eased over the railing sticking close to the long shadows cast by the brightness of the moon. The deck of the Queen Anne’s Revenge was empty of life except for the lone sentry in the crow’s nest. Jack signaled one of his men and he left following the shadows then scaled the mast up to the nest. He climbed smoothly as the cool breeze lifted from the water and over the deck. The sentry didn’t know of the other man’s presence until a hand wrapped around his head and a knife ran. They went back and forth for a few minutes. Finally, one of the nurses told her they had updated her computer records to require them to notify Giana, in advance, of any procedures scheduled for her, how she could expect to feel afterwards, and if they were going to need to sedate her. Some more discussion cleared up a lot of other things that had bothered her. Giana barely had enough energy left to thank them for agreeing to respect her wishes and stop treating her like a little kid.Did she.