Adam Potter sits in a hot, 80-year-old courtroom with rivers of sweat running down his back. His third wife, Jeanette is dead. Not only are his accusers numerous, but Adam himself has admitted that Jeanette died by his hand. How can anyone else comprehend that her death wasn't murder, or even a mercy killing? Adam Potter is a good man, always has been. He's made mistakes, as we all have. Loving Jeannette wasn't one of them. The truth will surely come out that he loved three other women during his lifetime of less than 50 years. Even today, each holds a different place in his heart that doesn't diminish the value or stature of any. Nevertheless, it appears that his journeys of the spirit with the women he loved have finally led him to this sticky situation. Recalling his father's declaring, it is "this world, and then the next." Adam isn't ready to contemplate "the next" quite so soon. His thoughts move back to focus on where he was and how he had gotten there. At one time, he would have been despondent, or even sad. But, if there were a benefit from all this, it was his arrival. Not the succumbing to depression or worse, but the acceptance of the fates, the detachment from this wor