She truly was lovely. But he had seen into her heart, he was intimately familiar with the passion that resided there. He knew what a task it was for h...r to remain in control. His love that had been growing for her, now even more tangible as he watched her pour her favorite beverage. Her nickname suited her, golden and bubbly. The true flavor residing deep beneath the first impression. She was looking at him over the rim of her glass, smiling and waiting for him to cross to her, his steel blue. “Did you find the man who Killed John’s friend and hurt him?” she asked next.That is when it began. I couldn’t just be evasive, I had to be a convincing liar. “No, I think we know who it was, but he seems to have disappeared,” I explained.“Are you going back to Oxford?” she asked.“No I’m home to stay, I hope,” I replied.“Good, Chisum and I need you,” she answered.I drank more coffee with Alice, while she told me about John’s problem adjusting to Josey’s death. I didn’t tell her that he might. ?Yo Isaac, got any plans for tonight? If not, you down to play someDestiny?? Nicolas asked from the living room, noticing his textbooks werestill out on the floor.?Uhh yeah maybe!? Iris squeaked as she tried her best to sound manly aspossible.?You alright? You sound kinda weird...? Nicolas responded taking a fewsteps towards the closed bathroom door.?I?m fine, honest! No need to come check up on m-? Iris began beforestarting to cough from trying to keep her voice to sound manly.Nicolas was now. For some reason that really seemed to make Margarie mad. I pointed out to my wife that her reaction while founded in reason still seemed over the top to me, why exactly did she care so much if her sister did it with her husband or not? Well I finally got the answer and this problem got larger. My wife opened a bottle of wine while still naked from the waist down. By the end of the bottle I knew the rest of the story. John and my wife were in the same grade in school, all the girls knew about.