The stones each weighed approximately eight hundred tons. The calculated weight was based on the density of the stone. The stones were sixty-five feet...long and fourteen feet tall by twelve feet wide. No technology on earth could move the massive stones, but Briana's studies of conventional archeology had indicated they had been moved into place with wooden rollers and wet sand. She normally accepted information in her text books as fact, but that was too much to swallow. Briana had questioned. I thought you were...”“We’re okay.” I paused. Kissed her softly. “Aren’t we?” We were having a moment. It ended when her cellphone rang. Irish tune. Her mom.“Hello, Mom.” Pause. “No, this sort of overrides the honeymoon thing.” Pause. “Yes, he’s here with me.” Pause. She passed me her phone.“Hello, Bridgette,” I said.“Stoney, are you okay?” her voice had a quiver to it.“Yes, we’re both fine, really.”“You protected my daughter again, Stoney. You don’t have to keep doing that to show me you love. I worried: about the bills, advancement of our careers, what I drove, etc.Now: simply put, I have none of those problems. My wife was killed while being driven by her drunk boss, whom she was sleeping with I was to find out, to a work mandated conference during a terrible storm.I took a very large settlement from her company and her boss's lawyers, cashed out my own stock options from work, sold our townhouse, and moved out to our cabin.I texted my wife's sister and brother-in-law once in a. Who the hell is this at this time..."oh, Hello Deb," the neighbour is standing there, cold bottles of beer in hand and and a glassy look in her eyes. tipsy...not drunk."can I join you,,," she asks, "Of course, if you share the beer, even more welcome.. it too hot for bed so I am on a mission to get drunk enough to be able to crash out, have a good night?" yes," she replied, " nothing too hectic, just a few drinks with the girls from work and then didn't pull so I came home" she giggles."well.