Charlie came in whistling and wanting to tell me about his time at home. He and Debra were making plans for her to come to Pontiac for a visit in Febr...ary and again at spring break.I told him about coming back early and overhearing Gladys and Victor in my room. Charlie kidded me unmercifully, saying I must be sexually inadequate to let a freshman take my girl away. I had to agree with him. Nothing like that had happened to me since I walked into the bedroom at one of the cottages and found. Her name, I overheard, was Marcie Smithers; theirs were Amy 5 and Zach, 8. I'm naturally nosy. I overhear a lot.She had been down a couple of days before, donating blood and they had just now called her back about an important matter. They took her into the carrel right next to me and I shamelessly eavesdropped through the partition. Hey, what can I say, detectives are born snoops. And I'm occasionally a detective, remember?One of the candy stripers was diverting the kids so Ms. Smithers could. Want to shower together?’ she asked, her voice still muffled as she continued to speak into the mattress. ‘That would be very responsible.’ I grinned. ‘What’s responsible got to do with it?’ she snorted. I looked over at her clock radio and realized it was just after eight in the morning. We had gone to bed early last night, but we hadn’t gone to sleep early. ‘I have to work today.’ Molly said sleepily. ‘Ten ’till two. It’s a short day … mostly returns and exchanges probably.’ ‘I’ll drop you. Someone had obviously done it since then. The Matthews were well organized, and clearly not afraid of hard work. Mr Matthews and I rode the fence line, and there were no problems, the horses were solid and dependable, even if they weren’t the thoroughbreds people think about when they think of Kentucky. There was a creek running through the property, which Jen’s father told me became fairly substantial further downstream, before it emptied into the Licking River. ‘Edna and I used to come down.