In the dark. Listening. Hoping I might hear her. But of course, there's nothing. Well, how could there be? There's just the buzz of the fridge motor a...d the central heating pipes clicking as they warmed up.So I have a whiskey and go to bed. The bed. Our bed. It's cold now. I have to put Jenny's pillows down the middle to keep the warmth on my side but in the morning, I find a message from Cathy and George Corbyn inviting me round on Saturday evening.Now that really is thoughtful, because. Liv traced the beam with her eyes. She puked the moment she spotted the corpse.Liv had only seen one other dead body up close. Her Grandfather died of cancer when she was twelve and there had been an open casket at the funeral home. In his suit and carefully arranged pose, he looked dignified in death, unlike the carcass sprawled on the cold rocks in front of her.The body of her tormenter was mangled. It looked as if a chainsaw wielding monkey had attacked it. A horrible coppery stench wafted. “Yeah-sure.” He replied. My dad’s got one just like it.“Good.” I said, looking at Dad. “Turn it over. I gotsomething better for you to do right now.” I realizedthat I was probably gonna get my little slave-girl assstrapped later for the pushy tone I was using toward mymaster, but I couldn’t leave Mom standing alone blind,deaf and dumb forever.I hurried into the kitchen and led Mom out into theliving room, watching Dad’s eyes carefully for. They're truly a dying breed that's why I've been forced to trainmy own.'"P?n?lope you're a gem, I don't know how I got along without you."P?n?lope tucked an errant lock of blonde hair back under her maid's capand turned to leave. Candy looked over the rim of her whisky glass andcalled out, "Wait Phyllis."In exasperation the maid turned, "Mistress, for the last time, pleasecall me P?n?lope. That's the name we agreed to when I signed mypersonal services contract." I know I keep getting you.