Dad, Mom, Dad David is married,” he said.“What? Who! What are you saying?” broke in Stacey.“Her name’s Rozelle. Don’t know a lot about her... but she was able to get him a better paying job than he had at that bar,” said James. “He’s started over. I think he might be trying to move on. I mean that’s what it looks like without actually talking to him or his new wife.”“Well Whaddya know,” said Ronald, but he said it quietly.“Yes, for real,” said Stacey. She wanted to ask more questions, but for. If only for that ephemeral moment, I had made my feelings known to the world. For the past three months they had existed only in my heart. The other two were digging through piles of shoes in the back of my closet for rubber boots that I’d already told them I had probably left out in the barn, after my last excursion through the back fields. I almost told them to quit wasting their time rooting fruitlessly for missing boots, but their cute round butts sticking out of my closet doors were. ‘Yes.’ ‘Interesting. Mr. Morris, when you happen to speak to Mr. Folsom please let him know that I would like to chat with him at his earliest convenience or by the end of business today, whichever occurs first.’ ‘I’ll pass your request along…’ Amanda’s voice became very firm and tight, ‘Mr. Morris, do not ever confuse a direct order from me as a ‘request’. Is that clear?’ ‘Yes it is.’ ‘Good. Thank you again for arranging for the rooms.’ She disconnected the call and handed the phone back to. She was so funny when she acted all formal. It was like a kid trying to be a grown-up.I showed her how to load the shotgun. She decided that she wanted one barrel with buckshot and one barrel with birdshot. I guess that would let it be more utilitarian, I didn't think that way.She took off my holster and gave it back to me and loaded her new pistol and put the holster on.She then went and tried out the shotgun. It was a perfect fit, and she could really shoot it well. At twenty-five paces she.