I'm sure that's what Sharon was looking for since she, herself, was divorced and was about to put her daughter through college. Bill was a really nice...guy and a perfect gentleman. He pulled out chairs for Sharon, opened doors and always came to the house to pick her up each time they had a date. He never spent the night, but there were times when Sharon did not come home, so I assumed she spent the night with Bill. However, occasionally Sharon would still want to hook up with me for a quick. ’ We were watching a TV series called Compatriot. I nodded, ‘Me too.’ I sat back on my bed against the wall like he did, using it as a couch. We sat there for a couple hours watching episode after episode. A few minutes into the third episode I covered my legs with my blanket because I was getting cold… apparently he was too because he took some so than we were both under the covers. I didn’t mind because it was something that we do a lot. However, we did not put our hands on each other’s legs. What was that for?”“To help us cut through the crap.” Meghan tapped on the arm of her chair. “I know you have a letter from the Volva before me.” She nodded towards Ben. “I know my father there, went to great lengths to protect my reputation. He wouldn’t have told you until he had no choice. If your wife was one of the Ladies at the Healing House then I know you know.” Meghan shrugged. “I thought we would have it in the open. I spent the last two years of my first marriage as an alcoholic crack. What hope would there otherwise be for their flesh and blood?Although Molly no longer needed to travel to work by tube, it wasn't yet four years since her unfortunate miscarriage on the Bakerloo Line and she was still nervous about travelling underground. There weren't many stops between Essex Road and Moorgate where her City law firm was based, but she still dreaded the overcrowding and delays. Not only had these got no better in the intervening years, they'd become substantially worse since.