It was a simple, misguided concept that, nevertheless, attracted many people over the years, turning a small fishing village into a full grown town. T...is religion was rather flexible, as long as that one tenant was enforced. It could be molded to fit any existing religion, any interpretation of God. In fact, many of the people of Haven don't even consider themselves religious, with only the more elderly going to church on a regular basis. Haven's culture, however, had already been changed by. ‘Laura I don’t want you to leave, Jack and I both need you. I want you to continue taking care of Jack’. ‘How can you say that Claire?’ ‘I would rather see someone who loves him take care of him.’ Laura threw herself across my breast crying again. ‘Easy now.’ She kissed my cheek. ‘I’m sorry, I just can’t imagine how much this hurts. Where do you get your strength?’ A tremor passed my lips and I started crying. I cried for not being able to please my husband. Laura held me until I calmed. She. As always, the conversation flowed easily between us. She filled me in on the end of her soccer season (they’d lost in the state quarterfinals) and I told her about my new responsibilities at work. I was traveling around Massachusetts and the rest of the region these days, supervising teams at our various project sites. I told her I’d been in Amherst just last week, as my firm was a subcontractor for a new parking garage project at UMass.“Maybe we’ll start doing more work over there,” I said,. "I just want to go out and have some fun. I'm tired of being a returning hero."Clay looked like he was relenting, "All right, Nessa. Just be careful."Vanessa knew she wasn't going to get a rise out of Clay this way. She tried the more direct approach, "I tell you what. Let's spar. If you still don't think I can take care of myself, you can send me home to change."Clay's face showed a mix of emotions that Vanessa couldn't read, "I don't want you to... I..." He looked like he was reaching, "You.