I should have told Colin to go ahead and fire her.

Colin brought her home in his car, and the other man followed.

Colin thought he had never seen a more beautiful woman.

Colin and I had been best friends for six or seven years.

She thought of what Colin had said to her earlier in the day.

They all look at Colin, waiting for him to answer.

I mean perhaps Colin you'd talk about for a moment.

Colin will not stand by and watch her be killed.

Yet without her Colin would still have been a no one, working for nothing.

Her father had said nothing more about Colin going, and she hadn't asked.

When she stood up to leave, Colin suddenly put out a hand to her.

Colin said, and was out of his chair like a shot.

Colin turned in his seat to look full at the little man.

He spoke to Colin, but his eyes were on the little man.

She wouldn't have to see Colin again then until the evening.

I mean, nobody really seems to know what happened to Colin.

Mind you Colin's getting more like your dad every day.

Colin and Mary get to know each other very well.

Had the man actually been trying to lose him, he certainly couldn't have done a better job, Colin thought.

And, come to think of it, Colin thought, they seemed to be found together a lot these days.

They all have a great time, but come evening, Colin says he needs to go find his friends.

Hot water helped, but she could still feel Colin's touch on her body.

But apparently she and Colin were the center of attention.

When she looked at Colin again, his face was slightly out of focus.

He had also decided that Colin should help him to walk it off.