In shock and breathing heavily, I realized I was stillwearing it. We got back to the house and ran inside. He was stillwhooping it up as he emptied th... bag on the table. I closed the door andslumped down. He was starting to count the money. "Well, we got enough to pay old man Jones now, and then some. We'regoing to party tonight!" "Brad...they saw my face. They know who I am." I was in shock. "What arewe going to do?" Brad stopped counting and looked over at me with a frown. "Ummm...Iguess. Rebecca sighed heavily and walked around to Joanne’s left-hand side. She laid the cane out in the middle of the bottom, awaiting her attention in front of her. She tapped the cane time and time again, not sure if she wanted to do this. Her train of thought interrupted by the sounds of the cane coming from the living room as Charlotte received twenty-four strokes from Peter.“Go on, Miss. I want you to do it to me,” Joanne said softly, looking around at Rebecca.“Okay, honey,” Miss Mulligan. What's the matter?"I didn't answer her question. "I was just thinking about everything. You, your Uncle Peter, and Aunt June. They will be heading back to Boston in a couple of hours. Let's go make them breakfast." You'd rather do that than stay here and play with me?" No, but we have the rest of our life to do that. We'll just put it off for a little while." Promise?" I promise."We had finished breakfast and were drinking our second cup of coffee. I wrapped my cup with a knife. All chatter. His arm was hurting like hell, and so was his back, but maybe that was to be expected. He could smell the breakfast Sarah was cooking from the kitchen and smiled, feeling his appetite stir. Sliding on his jeans and a shirt, he walked barefooted down the hall and snuck up on his wife, who was in front of the stove in nothing more than her robe. With a smile, he slid his arms around her from behind and told her, ‘Something smells good, and I’m not just talking about the food.’ Sarah laughed.