Ioan Sanders had been in Boston for two months now and felt as if he had gotten a new lease on life. The Sanders Woodworking Company was doing an excellent business, taking on new clients weekly. His five-man crew was high in spirits and proud to be the talk of the harbor over their quality work. The money he made in side bets with the wrestling was icing on the cake. He enjoyed lunch at Boston"s finest restaurants, either working them off at night at Donohue"s or sprinting along the waterfront. Although he missed Belfast, he had no intentions of going back anytime soon.
There was one thing missing, and it left a great void in his soul. Sharon was in his dreams nightly, and he only wondered what had turned her heart away from him. He had written to Greg as to her whereabouts, and he disco
