Oscar the cat was enjoying Sissy's attention very much. He was perfectly content being her baby right now. Barbara gave the couple a happy smile. Again, she thought of how happy she was for Shane. She had always thought him to be a nice boy and she had wanted him to be happy. Especially after what had happened to him in Paris.<br/><br/>Barbara nodded her head to Sissy. She had finished her tea and set it in the kitchen sink.<br/><br/>"I'm ready."<br/><br/>She said. It had been a long day. She had buried her husband, after all. It would be a good idea to get some rest. Shane returned Sissy's kiss.<br/><br/>"I'm going to go for a run. See you ladies soon."<br/><br/>Shane said and headed out the back door. Barbara told him bye and followed Sissy. Barbara smiled sadly when Sissy pointed out a room she wanted to turn into a nursery. Being a grandmother would be something she'd never get to be. Her only child was dead. Martin Hayes and Rich Porter had taken that away from her.<br/><br/>"That is a very good idea. I'm sure you'll be a great mother."<br/><br/>Sissy was very attentive to Oscar, Barbara had no doubt that the young woman had many maternal feelings. It surprised her again how big the house was. There was definitely lots of room for Shane and Sissy to have a family.<br/><br/>"The room is beautiful, thank you."<br/><br/>Beautiful was the perfect way to describe the house. Barbara was sure she had said it many, many times. She nodded her head to Sissy and took her hand.<br/><br/>"I will but you've been so kind already. Thank you for taking in this lonely old widow."<br/><br/>--------------------<br/><br/>Shane was glad that Sissy and Barbara were getting along. Barbara was always so nice to him and after what happened to Walter, it made him feel a little better to know she wasn't going to be alone right now. He wasn't sure how she was coping. First that nice woman had lost her only child and now her husband. Shane wasn't sure how he was coping with it. He had a lot mixed feelings about Walter. Especially since his demons had led Diane into Martin's arms.<br/><br/>He also had no doubt in his next therapy session they would be talking about Walter Simcox. Shane always tried to run a mile. Half a mile one way and half a mile back. It was good exercise and it helped clear his mind. He was just about home, when he saw a red haired girl, about thirteen, staring at him. Her house was across the street from his own.<br/><br/>"Hello."<br/><br/>Shane said, slowing down to a walk.<br/><br/>"Did you move into that house?"<br/><br/>The girl asked, pointing to his house. Shane nodded his head.<br/><br/>"Yes, me and my wife did. I'm Shane Malone. What's your-"<br/><br/>He was going to ask the girl her name, when she said.<br/><br/>"You should move out."<br/><br/>Shane frowned at her.<br/><br/>"What? Why?"<br/><br/>"Bad things happen there."<br/><br/>"What do-"<br/><br/>Before Shane could ask the girl what she meant, she was called inside her house by her mother. The girl replied she was coming and ran up the steps of her porch.<br/><br/>"I have to go. You and your wife should move, Mister Malone. Before it's too late."<br/><br/>"Too late for what?"<br/><br/>Shane asked, but girl had already slammed the door of her house. Shane shook his head at what the girl said. He was sure what to think about it and walked across the street to his own house.