"Where are you going?" she asked. "Are you leaving?" I gotta go," he mumbled."Ryan! Don't leave!"He ignored her, sitting on the bed as he quickly tied...his shoes. She touched his arm, but he shook her off."Ryan! Talk to me!" she begged, in tears.He left quietly. She lay back in the bed, crying. Why wouldn't he talk to her? She didn't care about what happened. Maybe he thought she thought he was a failure or something? That could be the only thing. But why had it happened? And why did he have to. She carried on; “Obviously Peter caved-in like a little girl and said that he had’t really noticed me!”Carly snorted with laughter as told me that Jane nearly lost her shit when he said that. She said that Jane had said ‘yeah fucking right,’ and ‘that was basically an admission of guilt’.But either way Jane had told Peter that they’d get rid of me after this weekend as they need me to look after the k**s for them to go away”.I shook my head slightly attempting to focus on her point. “OK, I get. While they were meetingHenry walked around the house and yard. He was surprised at hownice everything was. He could see a lot of attention went intoevery detail. They returned home and celebrated their good luck. The next dayRita came home with a bunch of papers telling Henry she was buyingthe building the store was in. She told him she needed hissignature on a lot of papers for joint ownership. He signed a lotof papers not looking at them. When he finished Rita was on the phone for at least. "My God! Have you ever seen anything like this?" Belinda whispered as she bent her head and leaned slightly backward as we gazed upward at the sun-lit top of a billowing tower of clouds a few miles to the south of us. With more nooks and crannies than an English muffin, the face of the misty giant glowed brightly against the pastel blue-gray shadow canyons carved into the contours of the thunderhead. "Only in the movies. It is stunning." I lifted my eyes skyward in reverent appreciation and.