Not that long ago in a small and bright office sat a somber man in a winged chair looking out a window. A young woman mused at the man, she had her legs crossed and her notebook resting in her hands. He was mulling things over and she was wondering what went through his mind. He had been silent for a while and that usually meant they would have some stride today. Every time he was acting like this she was able to lure out his thoughts and work on whatever bothered him. She was proud of his progress, he had been frail after the death of his brother. He cherished the older one more, the one that abruptly left them. But it was the death of the other brother that bothered him the most, even though he thought very little of him. It was the way he died, he was sick beyond repair. He frightened t
