Robert woke at six AM sharp. He didn't need an alarm. It was more the function of anticipation than the clock.He got under the hot spray of the shower. Today was important. Now Loretta would see how it was to be the recipient side.He wore a charcoal suit, Italian shoes that were gleaming with a mirror finish. The mirror in which he saw his own image reflected was not like the pizza delivery boy two days ago.Robert checked his phone. No messages from Loretta. Good. That meant she was coming.He had breakfast brought up to his room. Eggs benedict, fresh orange juice, and coffee. His five years of leftover pizza made him value actual food.The eggs were perfect. Hollandaise sauce full and fat. Slowly Robert ate his meal, and did it to the last morsel. No rushing. No Sandra screaming at him to hurry up.At seven-thirty Robert took the Bugatti to Zenco. His engine was purring smoothly and powerfully. People stared as he passed. Some pointed. Others took pictures.He left his car in the

An hour later Robert was driving in no direction. He was racing his thoughts in a tornado.Did he still love Roxanne? Yes. Could he forgive her? Maybe. Should he? It was the question that afflicted him.His phone rang. Dave."Hey man, I just got to my bank. Writing out my resignation today.” Dave sounded excited."Good." Forcing a note of enthusiasm into his voice, Robert said."You okay? You sound off." Dave enquired, with anxious intonation.“Just came from Roxanne's place.” Robert admitted."How'd it go?" Dave asked."She apologized. Her mother too." Robert said."And?" Dave pressed.“And I do not think I believe them.” Robert said honestly. “I do not know whether they mean it or they are merely after my money.”Dave was quiet for a moment. "You want to grab lunch? Talk about it?""Yeah. That would be good." Robert said. "I need to clear my head."They had a meeting in a small diner in town. Nothing fancy. Just good food and privacy. The type of a place, in which nobody was concern