He knew he could secure her a job at a pharmacy less than two miles from the richest, ritziest country club in the city. "With your class and demeanor... you'll be a perfect fit there... and you'll be servicing very influential people in the process. If you charm them half as much as you've charmed me, you should do very well for yourself," he had encouraged her.So little Laine was set. She had gotten into Pharmacy College, secured a job in the best possible area for what she was seeking, and had. " No..." Say it. I have to know." It's not fair."“It's not been fair for months, that's water under the bridge. It's what we do next that matters.” I resisted saying we’re even now. “Say it Carol. Whatever it is say it. I have to have the truth."She took a deep breath. "I treated you like furniture, like a sofa or a bed or something, a safe place to come home to." That's not so bad," I said.It could have been worse, right? She could have said she hated me. "People can get very attached to. ‘Diego,’ the suited man says. ‘You watching this?’ ‘Yeah, yeah. I’m watching,’ a Latin-looking man says. ‘You put the crow bar right here. Right where the flywheel comes in. Right on this ridge. You see it?’ Diego exaggerates looking in. ‘Then, Diego, you give the other end of the bar a big mother-fucking pull.’ The suited man pulls the free end of the crowbar with both his hands. His sleeves are rolled up and under the skin of his forearms the muscles ripple like taunt cables downhis arm. The. Good gracious, just a glance at you makes his blood run warmer." Hot, actually, but I didn't want Sara to think I was exaggerating.My comment brightened her mood, but only briefly."I'm damaged goods," she muttered."Where? From what I can see, damaged doesn't describe you, just the opposite. You're drop-dead gorgeous, Sara. It amazes me that you can't see how truly beautiful you are." I'm damaged here," she said and knocked on her head, "in my mind."I huffed a laugh. "True. Is the condition.