Karen went into the bedroom and nosed around.She said, "Her phone and keys are here. Her sleep clothes are in the bed under the covers. Joe, I'm worri...d."I said, "I am, too. I'm going to call the police."I did and the person answering agreed that one of their patrolmen would come by and take a statement.It was almost an hour later when Officer Joe Hoskins knocked on the front door. I let him inside. I said, "Officer, our daughter lives here and it appears she came home last night. My wife and I. He’s about to turn 50.“I didn’t have the nicest of childhoods. My mum was a druggy and a prostitute. She’s suck and fuck anyone to get her next fix. She told me several times that I was the product of a load that she should have swallowed. She always treated me like I was a problem rather than a daughter.”Danny grips her hand, looking after her.“I’ve got no idea who my father is, neither did my mother. She said she probably had sex with 30 men in the week she got pregnant. Danny was our. What are you guys doing?”I had to hold back a giggle as I watched Anna fume and try to keep it together. “We hadn’t made plans yet…” Rachel began.Now, extend the olive branch… I said. “…but a party sounds fun.”“You can come to my party!” Anna blurted out, a little too desperately. The whole table laughed at Anna’s awkwardness, but Rachel just smiled warmly. “We’d love to come,” Rachel said, malice in her heart, but kindness in her voice, “thank you, Anna.”“Great!” Anna said, “We’ll uhh…we’ll. Ethan gulped down a mouthful of Littlemill and almost yelled incredulously:"A yank? A bloody yank? You're telling me my brother's married to a bloody yank spy?"Nicole was staring at him without really knowing what to say. She half-smiled as if out of politeness and pressed the question somehow lamely:"Maybe it's a lot, but why not?"Then Ethan broke into a fit of laughter that completely surprised Nicole, adding:"He's going to ask for a divorce when he finds out, you know. I'm not one for.