Busy hands were a good thing.  Who knew?!  It took his mind off of Charlette and the remaining tests.  In order to be thorough, she said she’d go through them all, and Paul had no doubt that she would carry through with that statement.  He didn’t expect yardwork to eliminate her altogether from his thoughts, but it did give him something else to concentrate on.<br/><br/>Not surprisingly, pruning trees and looking after other plants around the yard proved to be therapeutic, just as he hoped.  In his back pocket, his phone vibrated numerous times, but he ignored them all.  Paul knew it couldn’t be from Charlette.  She was in the house, fer cryin’ out loud.  He just figured she wanted and needed her space, and he was more than happy to give it to her.<br/><br/>No, he suspected the messages or calls were from Jemma.  Apparently, his ex could hold her silence for only so long.  Truth be told, he did not have a very good feeling about that situation developing any further than where it already was.<br/><br/><i>Will it be Door #1, Old Man?  Or Door #2?  Red pill?  Blue pill?  You can’t have both, Old Man.</i><br/><br/>The activity was beginning to warm him up.  With his back to the deck and the sliding glass door which led to it, Paul removed his t-shirt, not wishing to get too sweaty in it.  Unless he turned around, he had no idea that Charlette was on a lounge chair, watching him work.