She said that you would … umm … app … appri … appricate them?’ (Appreciate? Appricate? It’s not easy when you are only seven.) Shadrach th...ew back his head and sniffed the air. ‘Oh, yes. I can smell the spices. Very nice. Very nice indeed. You tell your mother thank you most kindly.’ ‘And she said that we had to sing you a song.’ ‘Oh, yes?’ he said. ‘A song? And what song would that be?’ ‘Three bags full?’ I said. ‘The one about the sheep?’ He laughed — rather in the way that my mother had. “So,” I said, “where’s Arturo? That was his name, wasn’t it?”I’d never met her husband, and there was no wedding ring on Jazz’s finger.She shrugged. “He split, years ago. We were in Catalonia – or maybe it was Tuscany. A very fit young trapeze artist joined us and, long story short, they went off together.”I’d opened a bottle of Merlot, and now filled glasses for Jazz, my wife, and me. We considered the girls to be a bit too young, although when there was just us, the girls were allowed a. Phoebe was married last he had heard. It really didn’t matter if she knew he had been in love with her then or if he was in love with her now. Evan dismissed the notion of love but decided that if might be nice to catch up with his old friend. The ten-year class reunion was in the planning stages. He decided that this would be the perfect opportunity for him to get back in touch with Phoebe. Evan did a fair amount of searching. He tried old friends, the telephone book, and finally the. He heard them before he saw them. The sound of an obvious struggle, thumping, cursing, gasping, even soft pleading whimpers between derogatory remarks. Either Angel had just taken on a client who enjoyed things a bit on the rougher side, or she was in trouble. Rich quickly spotted the struggle. The man was straddling her, pinning her to the ground. His back was to Rich, so Rich couldnt make out the entirety of what was happening, but Angels desperate thrashing and clawing at the dirt made it.