We've raised two great kids. Our son, Bobby, started college last fall and his sister, Carrie, will be joining him this year. We're in the home stretc... now. Very soon we'll hit the magical time when the kids are grown and we can have our lives back again.I'm the regional sales manager for a large international exporting company. My life is very nine to five. I might send a lot of my salesmen on the road but I work out of the home office and rarely if ever have to travel. I've been squirreling. We spent the first few months getting used to each other in our daily life. Even though we saw each other constantly before Jonathan died, there is something different when you live together. School took up much of our time and then there was something called work, which I had to do every day. Mali did now what she did when Jonathan was alive; she took care of the twins and the house. Even that is strange. "The twins" had become their alternative name, just like it had been with Jonathan and I.. 'Not that wewouldn't have been fine without it'," he quoted what she'd just said."Do you really think it does?" she asked.He paused. "I do," he said. "Maybe I shouldn't, because what does itreally have to do with us? And they are, like I said, strangers. But sowhat? It's odd: without the paper I wouldn't have cared, but now that itexists, I suppose it does mean something." It means as much or as little as we want it to mean," she said."Right," he said.At fifteen minutes before midnight the mood. So out of the fear I kept straight. Could it be an intruder? Oh my god, the intruder will find me like this on the floor. I was weak with fear.I heard the footsteps stop. I wonder, if the intruder is surprised or is admiring my nude body. All of a sudden something is pulled over my head and it becomes dark. I can?t see anything. I hear the foot step move into my bedroom. I hear some rummaging. The intruder is going through my stuff. I am afraid that the intruder might find my collection of.