White Collar  Two Degrees of Separation  Neal walked through the
well manicured grass as the autumn leaves blew past in the
blustery wind. With his hands in his pockets he walked with
purpose through the strategically placed trees. Habit made him
look around to make sure that he was alone, even though it was
unlikely that he had any enemies here.  Walking up to a small
brass plate set in the grass Neal sat down cross legged in front
of it. He cleared the leaves that had collected on the grave
marker carefully. He ran his fingertips over Kate's engraved
name and the dates of her birth and death that were underneath.
He had brought along a slender green branch that had a dozen
delicate white and purple orchids sprouting from it.  "You never
really cared for roses." Neal smiled sadly as he set the orchids
down. "Three years to the day, in some ways it's hard to believe
that three years have already passed, in others so much has
happened since then that I can't believe it all happened in such
a short period of ti