I had no intention of stopping -- unless and until she did that clean-and-jerk lifting thing, with both hands on my ears, once again.If there was no l...fting, there would be no stopping! This was definitely turning into my best road trip -- ever!We won the rubber game Friday night and flew back to Baltimore after our brief road foray into the National League. Now two home series of inter-league play came next, with the Phillies and the Mets dropping by Camden Yards. We'd be back home for six. Not much in it, of course - a few pairs oftrousers, some nice white shirts. She had nothing of particular value tobring with her, and not even a gold coin to her name. She had some hopethat her parents would see her off with some money,but it was little morethan a vague dream.She'd have to get used to living without servants, of course. She'd spentthe last two years learning to do everything they did, though: how toclean, how to cook and how to dress herself. The head of staff had evenwritten. I mean sitting on my couch, my newspaper pages askew, and a warm, spreading wet area on my thigh might be a little hard to explain.So, I scooped up the newspaper and took it with me to my bedroom. I went into the bath and sat on the edge of the tub while I found my composure. I have no idea where it is, I usually have no trouble with maintaining, but after what just happened, I can't seem to get a grasp on what to do or even what to think.I peeled out of my leggings and went to put them in the. "I'll take that as a no." She tried to ignore his silence and kept talking. "I was there watching the crime scene people doing their job. He figured I could handle it." She glanced up at him. His face was stony."Was I wrong?" How'd it go?" He didn't answer her question."Fine, I waited for them to leave, put the notice on the door and assigned someone for door duty. I have the key here. It's in my briefcase." She let the file drop into her lap. "Did I do wrong?" No, Jimmy did." And he could have.