I figured I’d go back to the office and work on putting everything together for Aunt Margie’s case.When I parked in my assigned slot, I spotted a ...ery distinctive bicycle locked up in the bike rack near the entrance. It was an expensive, metallic green mountain bike that I recognized as Denis Leary’s. I wondered if he was waiting for me, or if he had business in a different office entirely.Imagine my surprise when I got to my office and saw the OUT TO LUNCH sign hanging on the doorknob. It was. I agreed to examine her, and to make sure that she is not deformed. I had to show her how to prepare herself for her wedding night.”“How did she like it?”“Let’s just say that I satisfied myself that Richard will have a wife who will fully appreciate the amorous efforts of her future husband.”“Harriet, you are something! But are you certain that you did not steal your son’s bride?” Tony chuckled.“Well, darling, perhaps you can drop a hint to Richard that his bride appreciates close attention to. All my projects at work are finished. A bunch will start Monday morning, but no need to think about them now.I poured my self a glass of chardonnay and sat down in my comfortable couch looking out over the panoramic view over the city. I can do whatever I want.I went all blank. What do you do when you don't work? I don't know.I was terrified. Is this why I spent all this hours on work, building a career getting payed more than most could imagine. To sit in my expensive couch in my outrageously. I skipped lunch, intending to have a decent dinner. But I drove back and sat in Lawson Park, reading Madman’s Bend, which takes place along the Darling, between Louth and Tilpa. I’d be driving there tomorrow. Looking at the maps, I could drive (pretty much) along the Darling from Bourke to Louth and have lunch and a beer at Shindy’s Inn. If I had two beers, I’d wait an hour prior to proceeding to Tilpa, where I hoped to stay at the Tilpa Hotel on the north/west side of the Darling. Before.