Goodbye, Mr. Regret

It was Henry calling.

Timothy answered, putting the phone on speaker—after all, Jessica would want to hear their son's voice too.

"Dad, where did you go? Did you forget I have the kids' arts and crafts competition today?"

Both Timothy and Jessica were well aware of Henry's big day.

After their recent family event, Henry had insisted Sheila accompany him, not wanting the other kids to tease him about his mom being unable to speak.

"I'm on my way to pick up your mom. We'll all go together, the three of us."

Jessica shot Timothy a sideways glance, raising her hand, ready to refuse. But before she could, Henry's voice piped up from the phone, "Dad, I already asked Miss Sheila to come with me. Remember? We agreed she'd keep me company! She'll be here soon-we're just waiting on you."

Thinking back, Timothy felt a twinge of guilt.

He hadn't put a stop to it the first time, and now Henry's impatience with his mother was starting to show-something Timothy found harder and harder to ignore.

But Henry had already arranged for Sheila to be there, and she was probably about to arrive. Backing out now would only make things awkward.

"I'll be home

a bit sheepish. "I'll take Henry to the competition first," he said. "Once it's over, I'll come

him to hurry up and leave-she didn't want him delaying her own

her hand and stepped into

off the view of

the ring on

her once before, but she'd returned it, not wanting to accept the gesture.

voice function or not, the diamond alone was

it was like to be left penniless because of

and tucked it into her purse,

stop

Herbert did when he saw her was to take out the Voice Emitting

trouble is communicating with lawyers or anyone else. This makes things so much easier. It's got smart features-even typing a letter or two brings up whole common phrases. For you, it'll be a

with a grateful smile, reaching out to

had reached its breaking point. There