Sunday morning was bright and sunny, the birds were singing, and everything was all right with the world. Breakfast was the usual fayre—toast and cereal. I was trying to decide what I was going to do today; I had no lessons and after a long week; I needed a form of release. I had not seen you for over a week and would not for another. Work was getting in the way of our fledgling relationship. It had started only a month a...