Diane Wilson did not have an easy life. Most women would tell you that a husband that works seventy-five hours a week was more than enough to drive you crazy. Diane also had two small children, six and two, who took up all of her day. The usual chores around the house were enough to keep her busy, but a little cowboy romping around the living room right before daddy was supposed to be home along with the most beautiful little girl until the terrible two’s kicked in made things excruciatingly hard to handle.
It hadn’t always been like this. Originally Diane had been working as a secretary at a reputable law office in the city. Her and her husband John had been doing quite well for themselves. He was working as a building contractor whose work was requested all over the state.
