.because...because...well..." She was having trouble saying what she wanted to say. After several deep breaths she said, "Because you should be...sh...uld be fucking Carol instead of me."I was glad that I had thought this out beforehand. I said, "Mom, Carol is not ready yet. Until she is, I will sleep with you."Her forehead wrinkled pulling her eyebrows up. She asked, "When do you think she will be ready?" I don't know, June maybe," I said. "Hm... a month or two." She looked at the empty. I quickly stuffed the panties in my ref bag, rather than sit there with them in my hand. I again looked over at the small group of woman and noticed the one who had dropped her panties in my hand talking to two other mothers, one with soft and blonde hair and another thick curly and a bit dark in color; all three were quite attractive.I sat there and stared at my bag, wondering what in the world was going on. Just as I was about to get up, the woman with thick curly hair broke from the group. Or them. He always had a reason, bad luck, untrustworthy businessmen, the weather; never that he just got it wrong. She thought of Jeb again, no, she didn’t get that wrong, she knew from day one that he couldn’t be trusted; but she had hoped something would turn up and in the meantime Jesse ate. Well, something did turn up, just in time too. Now she hoped that something else would turn up.“There’s a hut” whispered the girl “There’s a hut! Look!” she pointed painfully, the movement allowing. The one dark spot of the movie was the unexplained accidents that kept occurring. It was like the movie had its own gremlin causing trouble for the producers. Sometimes it was a special light that failed in the middle of filming, spoiling the take, or the lunch catering order that was never delivered. There were several suspicious incidents that plagued production, each costing money and time.While Abby worked day and night revising lines, I was wandering the lot watching for evidence that.