"It must be going to the public school," Javier remarked, "St. Mary's doesn't have busses." You think we should follow it?"He looked at his watch, "We...don't have time, tell Larry to get the license plate this afternoon." Alright," I called Larry and told him what we'd seen, and we drove off.We got to school just as the train was pulling in. Since moving from Adeline to Apertus, the school had a ridiculously large catchment area, and Bill Weems had built a light rail line that stopped at the old. .. when Rie saysanything critical, it really hits me hard and when you... oh, Jesus,let's not go there."Mitch sounded concerned. "What? Wait... did I say something that upsetyou?" No, no," I insisted, "but..." Ok, I knew that what I was going to saywas going to sound really weird, but I needed to be honest with Mitch ifwe were going to pull this off. "Look, you know I'm only doing this tohelp you out, right? So, maybe that had something to do with it, but...Nancy and I lived together for almost. Two things happened that made things much better.The first was that somebody in the ER recognized that this man probably had PTSD. That person was a paramedic, who was a vet, and who had spent time in the same places as Bobby. He recognized a brother and what that brother’s problem was. He told the administrative types what he thought. He didn’t have the authority to do anything else, but they listened to him and backed off.The second was that Jennifer, used to answering questions from adults,. "Inform me when Monsieur Thomas has arrived and guide him againto the drawing room. I shall be in my boudoir," the wicked comtessestated, lightly teasing her luxuriously long curly raven-coloredtresses."Oui my Comtesse," replied Colette, now playfully switching to herinnocent girlish French accent, trying to stifle a feminine-soundinggiggle while her eyes quickly and idly wandered to look at Angelique'sscantily clad nightgown. Still managing to maintain an impressiveamount of brute strength,.