It stuck so far out on the sides it was like wearing blinders. Myworld became only what was directly in front of my face. She pushed me to a full-leng...h mirror. "What do you think?" she asked me."Your daddy won't be able to keep his eyes off you when we are donetoday." I moaned around my gag. Staring back at me was a little girl. It wasworse than I thought with the diapers showing. No one would miss thebulging pink plastic pants and what it meant. I felt so humiliated andthis in itself made me. And just then she woke up and kissed her hubby’s forehead, kept on looking at him like she was starting her day by seeing his god before seeing anything after waking up, then she put on his T-shirt and made her way down to the kitchen. There was a strange happiness and content on her face and her eyes were sparkling with the stream of thoughts she were having of last night. Slightly leaning on to the kitchen counter she was preparing breakfast, her body was shining like a golden statue in the. "You did all you could, Jackie," she consoled me after I'd finally recounted the story coherently. "It's up to them, now." I hope," was all I could say.I got the upshot from the news again, the next day. This time the story was better, thank God. They didn't identify the kid—protecting the identity of minors, even lethal ones, and all that—but state police assisted by the locals had paid an early morning call to his home, had seized no fewer than five guns including an assault rifle plus. I thought about Matthew as I cooked my tea, ate it and then washed my dishes. He had said he was taking a break from his work at present. Was he unwell? He hadn’t looked unwell initially. I decided not to speculate, and busied myself for the evening before retiring to bed gratefully. I headed to the park for the fourth day running. Matthew was not there when I arrived, so I sat on the bench and admired the scenery. He arrived slightly out of breath about five minutes later. ‘Darling Anna, I am.