“Just in case they were able to track your conversation,” she finished. I laid out the pages from the folder so she could take pictures of them wi...h her cell phone to send dad. We all had lunch following that, but didn’t have much else to do that day.Later that afternoon, Marge knocked at our door again.“Have you guys tried the gym here?” she asked.“Gym? What gym?” Chris and I asked.“The one that is supposed to be in the basement,” she told us.“No one mentioned it to us,” we told her.“Sonny and. ”“Come to the hospital. He shot Samantha, too. She’s in surgery.”“Hold on, brother. I’m on my way.”We learned more on the news than we learned from the police. The police had very little to say to us because we were neither victims nor witnesses. They only said they would need to speak with Samantha as soon as she was able. Doctors told us that they were keeping her asleep for a day to let the stitches set and keep the arm immobilized. We sat with her in her room, alternately kissing her hands. Everybody laughed -- but Lon, cannily seeing the opportunity for what it was, grinned and disappeared beneath the surface..."EEEEEK!" Beth leaped a foot and tried to run, flopping forward into the water when the big hand that had not only goosed her but got a grip on her entire crotch impeded forward motion of her pubic mound and she overbalanced. In a moment, she was up, sputtering and spitting water and trying to dog paddle -- but Lon STILL had a firm grip on the gusset of her bikini. Well, he may not think I have dressed appropriately but, damn, I look good. Dee put on a pair of African print wedges, grabbed an African beaded clutch purse, and walked out of her apartment.Dee stepped off the elevator into the parking garage and saw Patrick standing against his car and she was suddenly hit by a wave of butterflies in her stomach. He was going to hate how she was dressed, she just knew it. And he is going to use that damn arrogant tone when he scolds me for the way I look. .