Chapter Fourteen
After Grant died, there was a void in our lives. I filled the empty hours by returning to school, earning degrees with the speed known only to those who need study for distraction.
I didn’t need to earn a living. Even after the medical bills were paid, there was plenty left over. I invested it in computer stocks, the right ones. If you read the newspapers, I don’t have to tell you what happened.
Friends came by to express their sympathies, but drifted away when other concerns beckoned. “You will meet someone,” they assured me. I just smiled sadly. I knew that I might love again, but I would never have another Master.
A year passed, then two. Rapt in my books, I failed to notice that Mrs. Kraft was often absent in the evenings. Her time was at last her own, and the way
