I powered up my laptop and created a document:Steffi: Talking pointso Lovely, sweet girlo We travel in different circleso Circles intersected but now ...n different pathso Fun while it lastedo Keep on good termso Remain friendso Stay in touchoI saved the document and went back to bed. Getting my thoughts down helped me clear my mind, but it didn't make me look forward to Friday or Saturday or Sunday or whenever Steffi and I finally got together to sit down and have The Talk.The next morning I. The question was innocent sounding enough, but her head snapped up in response."Angilee, honey, what did you do last Sunday, while the kids and I were over at Mom and Dad's?" Nothing much," she lied, angst beginning to build, "just took a long nap and when my headache felt better, I did a little work in the garden. Why?" she asked, trying not to let Terry know her heart was in her throat."Well, it's the damnedest thing. Wally Sheppard, you remember Wally and Susan?" Yes," she replied. " That happens," said the colonel. "But, Johannes, I fail to see how this in an important development. We have no other new information." He looked sharply at Johannes."Yes. Well sir, there are several other things. When I reviewed the file some time ago, I noticed that the wife of the deceased was a woman I know. We have been friends for the past two or three years and see one another when she is in Geneva on business. So, I sort of had an interest in that one. That's why it got my attention.". I have to say my wife had been my one true friend and despite my complaints I really love being married to her, at least up until this past year. I still see her as my friend and lover but I have come to doubt that she does. As the years passed we seemed to drift apart which I guess is how it is with most married couples. In the early years her job required a lot of travel and I worked, still do as a matter of fact, a split shift, twelve hours a day, three days one week and four days the next..