As soon as the door to the outer corridor closed behind her, he shut down his computer, went to the vending machine and grabbed a coffee. Sitting at h...s desk leafing through some men’s health magazine, he wondered how long he should keep her waiting. After an hour had passed, he grabbed his coat and headed to the car park. She was there. Waiting. She broke out into the broadest smile when she saw him and he walked towards her and past her.“Follow,” he instructed. She fell into step behind him,. Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for one of these? Years.''What about the others?''I don't know. I'm a lawyer not a librarian. But it'd be worth getting in a second hand book specialist to take a proper look.''Good idea, Jem. Thanks. And put that book back. After it's valued I'll see if we can come to an arrangement.'For the next couple of hours they worked their way through the house, room by room. Andy and Matt each had a clipboard and made notes as they went. Paul and. Andy's devotion to me was unquestioned anddespite his comment I was still positive that it remained."What do you mean honey? Tell me. I need to know."I waited and without all the tears and emotions involved in theretelling and adding in details that I found out over the next fewdays, the following is what happened.Andy had followed the instructions on the list exactly. He had madesome small adjustments, like parking far from the front of the storebecause on the drive there, the thought of going. The drive goes smoothly and stop lights are all cooperating. As we pull up to the final stop light I say “Here is the stop light that started this romance.” She smiles and looks around and says “I guess it was right here. I was coming home from the library as I crossed the road here.” The light changes and we pull away from our special place. A few more miles and we pull into Kenny’s driveway. Kenny’s place is not as large as mine but has a rustic charm that sets it apart from others. The large.