I wouldnt even have to return to work and face the looks and rumors. It also meant I didnt even have to ride home from the airport with Terry, ... would just get a room, put my stuff at our place into storage till I straightened out the rental, and worked our the legalities of a divorce that had no joint property, we each had our own pensions, I had more, but we were only married three years, so I wasnt worried about having to give her money, and besides, I would give her money if it. ‘We’re all right Mrs. Cabot. Not everything is going to be perfect. Not everyone is going to like who we are, and that’s okay. I’ve never asked anyone to like me or what I do.’ Annabelle nodded curtly. ‘You just take care of our girl and bring our grandson around more. And don’t hurt her.’ Annabelle leveled a kitchen knife at Lauren. ‘I have no intention of thinking about hurting her ever.’ Lauren promised eyeing the blade of the kitchen knife closely. ‘Are you going to have a baby of your. I was moving closer to the coast. Passing over a range, I headed down across the northern part of California. I found a stopping point and settled in for the night. There were messages on my computer. My wife had checked in. Just to say hello. She hoped I was enjoying my trip. And she told me to come home when I wanted to. All was well at home. My cutie had left a short message. "Hormones are attacking. I just need to touch a man. Lol." I sent a response, of course. "You know, I'm here in your. Mary, this is Patricia, my wife."How awkward can introductions get?Patricia, as always, remained poised and calm, though I knew her well enough by now to know that her stress level had just gone up dramatically. Mary was flustered but managed to get through it okay."Oh!" she said, "I had heard you remarried! Uh, Patricia, is it? Hi! Nice to meet you!"I couldn't imagine anything being further from the truth, but it's what one says when blind-sided by the new spouse, isn't it?"Mary!" Patricia.