She expected things to be the same, so she went to find what she wanted, not what she had.Author’s Note: The injuries and rehab described are ones I...have actually suffered. The rest of the story is fiction. When I was injured, my wife was my strongest supporter.My name is Stefan Johnson, at the time of my injury, I was 33, and left-handed in most everything except writing and eating. I am 6’ 0” and weigh about 155 lbs. I am a Letter Carrier for the U. S. Postal Service. My soon to be ex-wife is. I want you to go to the ladies room for about fifteen minutes, and come in after me. Then don’t sit at my table, but instead on the couch nearby me. If anyone decent looking wants to join you, say yes. When I leave the room, you go to the bathroom again.” Neeta’s eyes were big, and I directed her to the ladies room.I went in, and everything looked comfortable. A Friday night, so there were several customers, mostly men in business suits. Neeta came in, and several heads turned her way. She sat. ’ ‘You’re word?’ ‘Yes.’ He started to walk forward. Carl and the others were there. They were hidden, but they were there. Somewhere. Their first priority was his wife and daughter. He kept walking forward. When he was about twenty metres away, he stopped. ‘Let them go now,’ he said. The men guarding his wife and daughter moved back slightly. The damned loudspeaker. Why couldn’t they just talk to him? ‘When we have you, then they will be released, not before. Move forward. I repeat, once you. But he couldn't keep her safe. The Minbarijust ... couldn't be stopped. Nothing EarthForce didworked. The big problem is we couldn't hit them incombat. They had great ECM... umm... ElectronicCountermeasures. We couldn't get solid locks ontheir ships. Their vessels would slice ours apartbefore we could get a bead on them. Dakota, Wolf,Cook... all the outer colonies fell." I stop again.The worst day in history is coming up in my mind."By this time, your father was a captain. He wascaptain of one.