I opened it slowly. The room was softly lit by small candles placed around the room. She was lying on the bed, her dark auburn hair splayed across a ...illow, a white satin sheet covering her. I could see the outline of every curve of her body as though the sheet clung to her skin. She beckoned to me with one hand and said softly, “Come to me.” I slowly undressed, leaving my clothes on a chair near the bed. I climbed onto the bed and lay down next to her. Leaning over, I kissed her softly. Her. " Renlock stood a look of uncertainty on his face, Connor smiled "come on, you all need something to eat and warming up." Strut stuck his head out of the pack "better not be roast wevril though." Raimi sighed "shut up Strut." Strut sank down into the sack pouting. Laurel gasped and rushed forward, trying to get Miranda from Christopher. Alex moved her away "let's get her up in bed first urchin, then you can fuss over her all you want, we have a few others that are going to be needing beds.". Even with aggressive treatment there was little chance of remission. They say there are stages of grief and at the end you find acceptance. I skipped a few steps and I guess I had my grandfather to thank for that. He was a no-nonsense sort of fellow and laid down the facts of life early on in my life. That was shortly after I buried my parents and older sister. They had died in a car crash and blind luck had kept me home that day. So it was my gnarly old grandfather that raised me these last. .d..d..Daniel! You can’t do that!” stuttered Kathy. “Do what? Help a friend? Oh, and by the way, you look fabulous today. Big meeting?” “I do? N...n…no! Stop it! I’m your Manager.” Kathy stood up and backed away from the sofa. “I don’t understand Kathy, is there something wrong?” responded Daniel as he too rose from the sofa, stepped towards Kathy and placed a tentative hand behind her left elbow. She didn’t draw away from his touch, instead looking up at him with a confused look in her eyes..