In front of the hospital, the old man meditates. He shuts down both eyelids for means to recollect. It is hot inside the car in spite of near-dusk evening in the horizon. No wonder, the old man has switched off the engine for eventual ambience he wanted to bear onwards. Nerve-wracking to enamor, indeed, for the old man and himself at fault. It is not me on the way out. Chuck Carlsen should be here instead of myself at such a memorable moment in their history. He selected Lilia for the future and ahead of their perpetual existence in the afterlife. That old man should be responsible for the unknown hatred the old man generates over his own wife. But, my sudden appearance amidst the grudge has settled a stalemate in-between. Or else, I was assigned to save their entire marriage in h

