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288He started to cry. %u201cSorry. I%u2019ve been holding it back. There has been much to do.%u201dShe pulled her chair closer to him and wiped a tear away from his face with a soft touch.%u201cIt is a sunny day outside. May I take you somewhere for an hour or so? Despite the pretty blooms, it%u2019s dark in here away from the light.%u201dHe looked up and asked, %u201cWhere to?%u201d%u201cSomewhere peaceful and pretty where you can talk with me and pour your sadness out.%u201d She told him. %u201cIt will be much easier afterwards to talk funerals and bouquets.%u201dShe smiled.He nodded.They sat in front of a large body of water with bull rushes at the edge and greenery with yellow flowers growing across the water. A few ducks and other bird were present, and it was silent other than for their sounds.%u201cThank you for coming here with me. I come here a lot. Have you been here before?%u201d Jasmine asked him.%u201cNo. I can see why you might come. It%u2019s pretty and it%u2019s old. I can tell. I never realised this place existed outside of Wantage.%u201d%u201cI found it by accident. It%u2019s called The Mill pond.%u201d She told him. %u201cI was looking for somewhere to pick wild flowers. There%u2019s a wild meadow just through those woods,%u201d she pointed. %u201cI go there a lot to pick them.%u201d%u201cI think most of the important things we come to find as valuable are discovered by chance and luck,%u201d Ken responded.%u201cWhat work did your dear wife do?%u201d She asked.%u201cShe was head of science at a local school. Huh!%u201d He told her.The Devil Drops By