Back in the safe confines of his apartment, Anton leaned against the closed door and breathed a sigh of relief. Whew, he thought, that was too close. He was all too aware of her reference to “the missus.” And who could realistically blame her? It was, after all, an accurate reaction to his wedding band. Friends and family wanted him to remove it, but he saw no real reason as to why he should. Evangeline had been the love of his life, and the ring honored her memory. He would therefore continue to wear it. Besides, he didn’t exactly see himself as being “in the hunt,” so to speak.<br/><br/>Licorice was peacefully snoozing on the bench near the window, the scene of where her little escapade had started. Smirking, he shook his head at her passed-out figure. Probably way too much excitement for her in one day. Anton realized he would need to be extra careful about that window. If she did it once, she more than likely wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.<br/><br/>Piano playing from above reminded him to get on with the day. The napping kitty stirred, but did not wake up. He wasn’t completely positive, but there seemed to be an edge to Stella's playing. Or, perhaps that was just the nature of the piece she had chosen. Thinking of his refusal at her generous offer of a sandwich, Anton truly hoped he hadn’t offended her in the process. From now on, he had a face and a name that went along with any and all musical notes wafting through his living room.