It was a cool Saturday morning, and I was getting the pool ready for summer. My name is Clay Newton, and at twenty-four I am a widower. My wife, Sonia... passed away eighteen months ago from cancer. I had married her when Carlita was fifteen. Carlita was eighteen now, and a few months away from graduating high school.I had married Sonia because she needed a green card, and I liked her. It was an arrangement, which I agreed to when I saw Sonia crying bitterly outside the courthouse as I was. She probably smells the cigars my husband smokes." This was all said with her frowning and wagging a finger at Nettie."I'll try to be a good neighbor Mrs. Fisher. If you are an artist, I would enjoy seeing what you create sometime in the future." I said trying to smooth things out a little."I'm sure we'll have lots of chances to visit." She said before turning to Nettie. "You finally found a sucker for your place huh Nettie? Finally getting to go to your beloved Hawaii. When do you think you'll. She waits eagerly to find out what he’s going to do. She can hear him opening drawers, only assuming he’s grabbing toys he wants to use to play with her. Or torture her. “I see you were a good Kitten and listened to Daddy” He says. “Yes, Daddy” she replies. She can feel Daddy setting toys on the bed, still unsure what he has in mind to do. He grabs both her hands and ties rope around her wrist so she can’t move. “Lift your head up and open your mouth” He instructs her. She does as told, and. When hefinished Sarah told him he was the expert he should find somethingto do. He couldn't think of anything, then decided to go make upthe bed. He started out of the bedroom when he heard Sarah talking tosomeone. He recognized Jane Simmons voice then he heard Jim Simmonsvoice. They were their best friends. He couldn't let them see himlike this. He turned around and went back and sat on the bed. He heard Sarah call him. He didn't move. He heard her call againthat if he didn't come she would.