Anger has its uses so long as you know how to channel that anger otherwise it can blind you.”“I know where my focus lies,” Spencer bites back.�...Do you?”“Yes,” he answers through gritted teeth.“With whom then?” the old man asks after taking a sip of tea.Spencer drops his gaze to his untouched cup. His plays his finger across the rim as his mind plays with the thought. He took revenge on Julie Branon, the one responsible for Samantha’s death and their unborn child. But who is ultimately. “Bob?”“None I’ve seen. It has more Russian than Spanish books, I don’t think any of them are for kids. Remember the Mariel boat lift?”“Yes, dear. Did it bring Russian books to Chicago? I would think Spanish ones if any?”“Well, yes. But the idea. We said to Castro, ‘Free your political prisoners.’ He freed a good deal more than the political ones.” Cat’s presence cleaned up Bob’s vocabulary the way that his mother’s presence hadn’t for decades. “He sent us his criminal class. They found the. Holding hands, we headed for a small valley near the cabin. We’ve been there before and it wasn’t exciting. “Are you sure we are going the right way?” I asked Andy. “We’ve been in there and there is nothing special.” There is nothing special when it is dry.” Andy winked. The path was sometimes steep and slippery. It was muddy and my feet turned brown. Just before I wanted to tell Andy to turn around, we reached a pond. It was small and muddy. We stopped before it and Andy looked at me. I knew. When he'd told her with a thought that he still loved her, the choice went away.Loni, huh? Beautiful! She looked familiar. Sable was a model. Is Loni a model? Is that why she looks familiar? Have I seen her picture in fashion magazines?Doesn't matter. She validates my concerns. As I age, become old and wrinkled, and Clint doesn't, he'll still attract women like her. Growing old with Clint just isn't possible. In ten years, maybe fifteen, he'll discard me like a pair of worn-out old shoes. Why.