I decided to avoid Johnathan for as long as possible. Thinking of him was putting too great a strain on my mental health.

I didn't think it was fair to him to keep so many secrets from him, secrets that I just couldn't tell anyone.

I also didn't think it was right or fair for me to put myself first when my children might be in jeopardy.

So many reasons for me to leave him alone, I knew I was wrong to pursue him, and perhaps even more than that, I was afraid of rejection.

I had suffered so much rejection throughout my life that I felt that I couldn't possibly face more.

So I threw myself into the housework, finding the routine that Anna said I would find.

I worked slavishly trying to absolve all my guilt through toil. I felt tightly wound inside ready to snap if one more bad thing happened.

I needed to see Kitty again; until I did she held all the cards.

But it was still Thursday and I had too many days to wait until Kitty was ready to see me.

I took out the card she had given me at lunch. It was a beauty therapy/ hairdresser shop from Atlanta. I decided to go there, I couldn't wait any longer to seal my fate. Waiting was slowly driving me insane.

At dinner that night I asked Anna if I might have the next day off to visit Atlanta alone and she agreed that I might.

"Oh yes Sarah, I think it would be a good idea if you went and took some time for yourself, a happy worker is a good worker." She said sweetly.

"Perhaps we should call Johnathan to give you a lift?" she said meaningfully.

"Oh no thank you," I said hurriedly. "I think I might prefer to go by myself, you see if I went with Johnathan I would be worried that he would be bored with waiting for me." I babbled.

"Oh what a shame," she said. "I thought Johnathan would have enjoyed waiting for you." She smiled wickedly and I felt myself blush.

Truly Anna was treating me like a naive young girl – she had no idea what type of person I really was. If she knew the full truth I'm sure she wouldn't want me to be involved with her husbands business partner let alone living in her house!

I smiled weakly at her and finished eating.

The next day I wanted to be ready, I borrowed Anna's handbag again and instead of wearing my best dress I wore one of my plain cotton shift dresses. I intended to buy another lovely dress in town – like a suit of armor ready for when I faced Kitty again.

I caught the train early in the morning and headed into Atlanta feeling a bit more powerful now as I was calling the shots and taking charge of the situation.

Once the train pulled into Atlanta itself I went directly to a dress shop and bought myself a beautiful white dress which suited my slim figure well. It had tiny little buttons down the middle of the bodice and then followed by a thin skirt which reached to my mid calves. It was a flattering dress and very feminine. I also bought a scarf of two shades of pale blue to wear around my shoulders. After buying the dress I put my cotton shift into the handbag and made my way to a nearby bathroom where I applied makeup like warpaint. I brushed my hair down neatly and used water from the faucet to curl the ends around the brush adding softness; I stood back to admire my reflection. Now I was a match for Kitty.

I asked directions to the beauty salon and soon I was peeping inside looking for Kitty. I couldn't see her but I what I did see made me gasp. There was no doubt who owned this shop, it was Kitty all over. In all my life I had never met a girl more obsessed with the colour pink. Truly for me it was like looking into a strange world where everything was artificially coloured pink. Every worker I saw there had bright blonde hair – I wasn't sure of the significance of that but I knew Kitty well enough to know that there had to be a meaning – a reason for that too.

Now I was stumped I had come here hoping to catch Kitty off guard and now she wasn't even here, not sure what to do now I decided to sit at a cafe across the road from the salon and wait. Perhaps she would turn up later.

I ordered another milk coffee and sat sitting pensively waiting like a nervous Hawk waiting to attack a Jackal.

Finally after what felt like an eternity I spotted Kitty, she sashayed up to the salon doors dressed in skin – tight pink Lycra, her red hair teased out around her pretty face. Nobody looking at her could possibly know what type of person she was inside. I thought as I looked in wonder.

All through the years I had gazed upon her beautiful face and wondered why she had felt and acted as she did, I was often befuddled by her behavior she seemed to have a self destructive mode which made her destroy any headway in her relationships.

How she had managed to accomplish all this apparent success confounded me. I could only assume she had married a rich man. But on second thoughts she was probably divorced. Kitty was too aggressive for men, she emasculated and humiliated them routinely so I could only assume that she was single now and that would explain her continued interest in Luke.

I watched how she flitted around her salon, greeting the women who worked there and the customers who seemed genuinely delighted to see her.

Suddenly, without warning she exited the shop and made her way to a white late model car. Using her key she opened the door looked around inside and exited holding something and went back into the salon.

Without really thinking I approached the car she had just left looking inside maybe I was looking for evidence, maybe I was looking for proof – but of what I didn't even know.

Perhaps I didn't know what I was looking for but what I found made me gasp – 3 or 4 letters addressed to Kitty at what must be her home. Candlewick.

And now I had a street address too, I felt exalted that now I had one up on Kitty. I was going to know thy enemy.