The canyon was more beautiful than I’d ever seen it. We stopped several times at wide spots and got out, taking pictures and enjoying the beauty. Ni...ki surprised me. I hadn’t seen her load it, but she had what looked like a professional SLR camera, a Nikon with a big lens on the front, as opposed to my old Fuji.When I asked her about it, she said, “I’ve taken a few weddings, some portraits, and things like that, but mostly, I love landscapes.” She waved her arms, “Like this, this is so. I could only guess what they smelled like.“I already told your dad that Katie and I were taking you home,” Becky said as she steered me toward the parking lot. “I saw Roger pick up Katie.”“Yeah,” I said. “They just left. Katie introduced us. He seems nice.”“He is,” Becky nodded.“What’s the plan?” I asked.“I have a pot roast going in the crock pot,” she told me. “It should be ready for a late lunch.”I didn’t know how to feel about that. A late lunch meant that she didn’t want to stop and eat. He sat me down and explained that it would take about a week to go away with treatment and that my wife was probably not showing any symptoms as yet and to get her to come in. I thanked him and told him I would pass back at the end of the week for a follow up and to receive the results of my blood test.I left his office in a foul mood thinking of ways to kill my wife without spending a day in the slammer but nothing came to me. As I parked the car I remembered the conversation I had had with my. She told him that she was from out of town and was moving to town to take a new job. She hadn’t been able to find a place to live yet, but had to leave to go back home in two hours. She wouldn’t be able to come back to town for another week. She begged him to allow her to take a look. She loved the place and rented it. Paid the deposit and the rent right then. A week after we had moved in on Saturday, my son had gone over to a friends house to hang out. I heard some noises coming from.