She slid behind him. The skirt riding her thighs as she slid her arms around his chest. She listened to his story, her mouth twisted in a wry grimace. Oh course a man would blame a woman. Typical. Her eyes rolled and she said something potent speaking of the raw intelligence she had been hiding behind her alcoholism.<br/><br/>"And why wouldn't She turn her back, how disappointing we all must be..."<br/><br/>The words were poignant yet said with a hint of acidity. It was obvious Charlotte had lost faith in any type of higher being the minute her life had been upended by the death of Barry. She narrowed her eyes as she thought of the family he spoke of and she asked for clarification.<br/><br/>"And what do they have to do with Barry?"