She wasn't the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but she had been a very good friend to us, and I certainly wasn't going to just drop h...r. She was a nice kid at heart, and deserved some consideration.I quietly closed our bedroom door behind me, nipped downstairs and let myself out the front door, to quickly phone Sheila from the box on the corner, and to thank her for everything she had done for me over the weekend.The rain had stopped, but there was a cold wind, and not too much. "Good Break?" "It was OK, I think. Coulda been better, I suppose... the first day back was the best part, really." Uhhhm... yeah. I generally find that getting back to school... and the net feed... is the best thing... however, your, uhhhm, computer wasn't even plugged in... it took me a couple of minutes to figure... out that you had the power cord laying in your box of bathroom stuff..." Ed, this is better than that!" "Oh? Really? Uhmm... the only thing better than computers is sex. You. My heart broke all over again. I leaned as close as I could to her ear and whispered for about three minutes while Jose and Dan held me to make sure I didn’t fall, before I stood and they helped me to the pew. No one ever knew what I said. That was between me, her, and God.I broke down a third time when I saw the tombstone the family had chosen. “Sandra R. Moore, Beloved Wife and Mother.”I don’t remember the graveside service or the wake that followed. One family member or another was at my. 30 AM. Her daughter was left for the college. She had gone to the house of one of her friend form where she had to go to the college. Anu was lonely at home when I reached there. I was spell bound after seeing her. Even at the age of 39 she was looking very attractive and beautiful. She was wearing red saree with matching blouse. She was keeping beni in her hairs. The aroma of flower was making my mood pleasant. She was looking like sweet red angel in that appearance.She greeted me and asked.