After dinner I gointo the bathroom and remove my clothes and put my pajama's and get intobed, She never mentions anything about my clothes and climbs ...nto bed, wetalk for a little while about the upcoming week and our anniversary onSaturday and how we had planned to renew our vows, then we go to sleep.The rest of the week seems mundane other than I believe withoutprogramming I am still wearing lingerie, and trying to hide the fact frommy wife who seems preoccupied with her work and tying up. Ellen Card was at her usual place behind the counter. If her daughter, Jenny, was cute, then Ellen was beautiful. She was one of those women who refused to age. She was about five and a half feet tall with short, dark hair. The House of Cards work shirt that she wore was tailored to fit her tiny waist and bulging breasts. She could talk on the phone, enter orders into the computer and make change for customers all day long, and she would still look better than most women just beginning their. In the afternoons, I wandered around town as if exploring, but in reality so my planned encounter with my family would seem natural. I also made a few comments about looking for a girlfriend.I kept an eye on my families at night, but nothing of note happened. Ava spent a lot of time with them, which was good because she looked like she needed it. I should've been in several of her classes at school and been available to talk with her every day, so every time I saw how sad she looked I felt even. I just wish those had been with Marie. My wife and I had always assumed that she had many years left since her family lived into their 90s. But then the breast cancer appeared. She had always been careful, doing all the self-tests recommended by the medical community, but when she received her first mammogram, they found that she had some cancer. It was not only in the breast tissue, but in her lymph nodes as well. It had progressed quickly and despite all the treatments she was dead within two.