She startled me when she came up behind me and asked what I was doing. ‘Making a light breakfast for you, my honey,’ I said. She hugged me from ...ehind and said she was going to shower. As she walked away, with the sheet wrapped around her, I just stared as I marveled that once again this magnificent woman was back in my life. We sat around the breakfast nook, chomping away and reading the paper. She would comment on something she had read, I would do the same. After awhile, I started the. We will have to talk to both of them. We'll take them to lunch Sunday unless they object."We're going to hire one person for the office area after I shifted some duties. All the paths lead through Mitch and Melody. It was slowing down work. I may find the same thing out there." She nodded. "Okay. We can handle it. We may have some applicants coming in later. Stephanie has been under-utilized, too. She should be Melody's right hand woman with some authority. We need to look at some hire dates. Iron, right?"The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully enough, as there are always chores needed to keep my home as I wanted it. Once I finished the yard work, I wanted to go shooting, so I unlimbered the reloading press, and set up my favorite .45 plinking load. I cranked out a hundred or so rounds, losing myself in the rhythm of operating a progressive reloading press. The attention to detail, the satisfying "clink" of finished rounds dropping into the bin, took me away from everything for. Seeing that she was very upset, I walked her all the way to her apartment door. She unlocked the door, stepped in and turned around. She had a look in her eye that told me she was unsettled, and she was still shaking. “Please come in for a moment, I don't want to be alone. I'll make some coffee.” I agreed, and stepped into her kitchen. She looked at me, and I asked her if she was scared. “No, I was confident I could take care of myself.” “But,” I said, “you are shaking and you look out of.