Dawn was just breaking, sending early morning light into the
elegant room. Slowly, Perry opened his eyes, smiling as
treasured moments of the night before snuck into his awareness.
He reached his arm out, hoping to find the lovely lady who'd
made all his dreams come true, only to find her side of the bed
was empty. That's when he heard it. Soft crying coming from the
other side of the room.  Concerned, Perry raised up on his elbow
surveying the room to see where the sound was coming from.
Quietly, he got out of bed and put on the robe that Della had
thoughtfully packed for him. He started moving as soon as he had
one arm in the sleeve, tugging it on the rest of the way and
tying the belt as he neared his beloved.  Della, wearing a
lovely pink robe, was sitting on a pillow in the bay window, her
legs pulled up to her chest and her arms around her legs. And,
she was … crying.  Gently, Perry knelt beside her, wrapping her
in his arms. "It's okay, my love. Whatever it is, let's talk
about it. There isn't anything