I answered it."Mr. Andrew Connors?" the voice said."Yes, it's he. Who's calling?" One second sir," the voice said. Then I heard a female voice, one I ...ad heard yesterday."Mr. Connors, this is Senator Conroy... I mean Janice Conroy. Under the circumstances I would prefer to be called by my given name. I know you've been notified of the accident. I'm so sorry for your loss but I needed to talk to you. I need a big favor." Mrs. Conroy, you lost your husband also. I know the situation doesn't look. After quickly reading a few of the e-mails I realized that most of them seemed to be from local businesses. There was a yoga place just down the street, a regression specialist, whatever that meant, three blocks away and some sort of tarot card reader/fortune teller just a few blocks further away. The next two were from two different massage parlors, also in the neighborhood. I stopped reading and thought about that idea for a while, some help soothing my tense muscles wouldn’t go amiss, would. Carly stared up to Aaron’s face not even able to see it through her tearing eyes. Aaron moved his head towards her and pushed his lips into hers. The strong taste of salt ran throughout Aaron’s mouth as a tear rolled off Carly’s lips into his own. Aaron shifted Carly above him and laid back onto her bed. Carly sniffed every other second trying to hold the liquids in her nose with an overwhelming number of her tears fell onto Aaron’s face as she laid on top of him with her mouth so close to his.. Five minutes later Ann-Marie came out of the house with Sylvia's kids and walked them to the next door neighbors. Two minutes later she was back at Sylvia's - alone!After a half hour wait I was starting to wonder if I was being just a bit stupid by being there at all and I probably would have talked myself into leaving if it were not for the fact that Ann-Marie had obviously just dumped the kids. Why? To be alone. But why did she want to be alone. The answer pulled into the drive even as my.