“You sure you want to go down that road again, I mean the matchmaking road?”“No, I’m not sure. I will be trying to put some women in his way, but neither party will know it’s me doing the putting,” he said. “He could do it himself, but he is too damn reserved to get it done in this lifetime. Yes, he’s messed up physically, but so are a lot of other people out there, women.”“I guess,” she said. “I guess.”****The shrink was happy, I was happy, he pronounced me totally mad, but he was smiling when he said it. And he said it four hours before he let me escape from the nut house.That said. I still wasn’t free. The man was there to pick me up and shanghai me from the scene in his very expensive ride. It was 300 miles from L.A. to Phoenix which I was informed we’d be going to. And for some reason, and no reason, I was okay with it: the children were there, so I guess that was a reason. Did I want to see them? I’d said and I didn’t. But . . .“I took the liberty of moving you back from. Worried about what she might come home to but what could shedo? Entering the kitchen she found Stephen at the table having hisbreakfast. "Couldn't sleep?" she asked trying to start a conversation.Stephen shook his head. "I slept fine," he told her. "I just woke upearly for some reason and I couldn't get back to sleep so I'd thoughtI'd get breakfast ready," Emily smiled. She had to admit. It was nicenot having to worry about these things. As Emily poured herself somecereal Stephen got up and poured a cup of coffee for her. It took them amoment before they both realised that Emily normally did this forStephen.They both started to say something but then the doorbell rang. "I'll getit," Stephen announced. He had finished his breakfast anyway so heheaded out into the hall. Stephen checked his appearance in the mirrorbefore he caught himself. He shook his head and answered the door."Oh hello dear. Lovely day isn't it?" Richard asked as Stephen openedthe door. Today Richard wore a flower.
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