They patiently and persistently go through red pen after red pen desperately trying to translate my crayon scrawls into the English language. Bless yo...!* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *A young woman stood at the edge of an abyss. She cut quite an image in the rugged setting. Her beautiful auburn locks had been swept into an updo and with the elegant gown that adorned her slender figure, she was a Cinderella more dressed for the ball than a nature hike. Yet it. He knew!And she knew!The man in the alcove had answered to the name Michael last night! He had sounded like her husband! Michael One sounded like her Michael! They were both the same size. The similarities were unbelievable!"You!" she gasped. "It was you!"Her hand lashed out, fully intent on slapping her father-in- law's face. It was silly, a childish reaction. But at the moment, it was all that she could think of; all she could do to relieve the anger and the embarrassment that flushed through. Egging the two bullies on. She couldn't believe that, even as he was being kicked around, Denzil was still pathetically trying to make like a dog. What a loser!"Aw stop it guys, you're hurting him," she said, finally. Brad and Mickey reluctantly stopped the kicking. They stood looking sheepishly at Tanya, thinking they'd perhaps gone too far. Was she angry with them now? Had they blown it with her?They needn't have worried."Anyway, he's MY little dog. Aren't you Denzil?" she grinned, to yelps. “You don’t think...” said Rozelle, who was sitting right beside me.“No, but who knows,” I said. I refused to worry about it anymore. The old days, the old ways, the old crowd were all dead to me.Juan Castillo had been doing the same thing for a thousand years, and he was only forty-six years old, helluva thing. He’d just hung up the phone and passed along the information that his benefactor in Phoenix had requested.He gazed over in the direction of his wife who’d been napping. The man, his man.