'Myra, are you all right?"

Hart's six-feet tall figure towered over Myra as he watched her rub her eyes. They were still red and puffy from her tremendous tears earlier. He observed her hurriedly folding a slip of paper that she was holding into a small square and stuffed it under the tablecloth. Fortunately, Hart didn't notice her hasty actions.

'What are you doing here, Hart? How did you know I'm here?"

Hart helped her into a comfortable position on the sofa. His lips ...