His heart quailed within him. This was noruin.The grounds and buildings stood restored in front of him. Fountainspumped water in sprays from hidden wa...er sources. The buildings stooduntouched by fire or time. The broken columns stood upright and complete.The roof tiles of the bath he had seen moonlight passing through hoursbefore stood whole; the towers unbroken and the wall intact. Above theoverhanging hill he had used to lower himself down the harpy he had seencreated was wheeling in slow. I arrived Monday morning with paint, paper & all the necessary things.She had already started to strip the bedroom paper and so we agreed I would finish this off and give the bathroom a coat of paint as well. I made a start on the bathroomMoved her washing basket into the shower cubicle and started to get ready for the painting.She told me she was going out and would be back about lunch time Once she had gone I took a peek in the wash basket.There were several items of her clothing in there. We laughed. Before the champagne. Hell, before dessert. We laughed and I healed as joy poured back into my oh-so-recently discarded heart. The champagne began with the orgasmic popping of the cork and two friends shared that bubbling broth. Midway through the bottle, we laughed and I wept with happy tears. ‘Watch this,’ I howled as I felt a tear rolling down my face. ‘I wrote this joke last night: The ultimate first world problem.’ I caught it in my glass. I held the glass in front of my face,. "Right. Thanks, Bob."I was punching in Rex's cell number as soon as I signed off with Bob. It went immediately to voice mail and I left a quick message outlining what I wanted to know and why. Two hours later I got a call from him."Hey, John, good to hear from you. What's this about a competitor showing up?" Not sure, Rex, but Georgette was doing some surveying of potential customers in and around Texas and New Mexico and heard about someone asking similar questions. Some guy named Milos Czerny.