It was two mornings after I had dashed to Robert’s house, a planforming in my mind to stop Marielle fromgaining custody of her two children in her divorce. Although I had full confidence in Indy’s abilities as abarrister, I had wanted to guarantee that she would not take Bertie and Stuart away from their father,Eddie. Plus...well to tell the truth, I wanted to punish Marielle. Punish her for cuckolding my darlingEddie, for neglecting her children and for nearly destroying thehealth of my beloved Beth. I may not haveany direct control of the happenings in this world anymore, but I could still set things in motion.What I hadn’t counted on, was an attack of conscience or some new thoughts occurring to me as wepulled up in front of a very smart townhouse in a fashionable suburb of Simdon, and alighted from thehansom.“Miss Di, we have an appointment.” Said Robert, turning to me as the hansom pulled away.