She heard him and didn't mind he appeared even here, to make sure she was all right. Not at all. No, his presence was one of the best things that could happen to her now, even now... Yet first she was unable to speak, and for long seconds they were just standing in silence, Luke at the entrance of the restroom and Marsha in front of the mirror, pausing at the sink. She knew it was unnecessary to turn, he could see her haggard face well as it was reflecting.<br/>Her hands were slowly groping the marble covering, the glasses and the cane were put aside on the left and water was dropping from her cheeks rythmically. She didn't care to mop her face after washing it, it was good this way...<br/><em>'It cleans the soul...'</em><br/><br/>He could see her smiling softly when he finished the last sentence. She knew he was endangering his repuation only by coming after her, as their new chief was eagerly watching every move of the pair, like trying to decide whether to like them or not. He was a strange man and not in a good meaning like it was about Jim...<br/><em>'You're one of the goodest souls I've ever known, Luke Taylor. God bless you...'</em><br/>It was obvious that she cried as well, but now seemed to be in peace. Marsha lowered her head.<br/>"I'm pregnant, Luke... And how do<em>you</em>feel? Are you all right?"<br/>Though the tone of her voice was tired and resigned, Luke could know what she was talking about.<br/>- His nervousness in connection with this case.<br/>But wait a minute, how could she just close the topic of her new condition like this?? Like it was simply a statement, like describing the weather or talking about the railway guide!<br/>She was honest with him. And didn't play games at all. She could be at the very beginning of her pregnancy yet she told him, brushing aside fears, worries and superstitions about the first three months.<br/><br/>