“Suzy? Please say something.”I squeezed my eyes shut. Stop it, just...stop.“Are you?”Of course I am...you know it already.“Suzy, I can see y...u outside from the pub. I won't come to you. I won't stalk you. If you want me to go away, I will.”I opened my eyes and turned to look at him. Why won't I hang up?Because I want his attention.Feeling scared and confused. Angry.His voice again, “Just tell me if you are and then I will go away.”I just stood there.“It's ok. Just tell me. Please.”I whispered. These are your companions, then?” the most prominent of the city fathers of the depopulated Virginia community, greeted us formally now.“I am Reverend Adam Clarke, a Prophet of Heaven, and this is my party. These are my wives: Autumn, Hannah, Xia Delan, Stacy, Eve, Charity, Kylie Anne, Kelly Rae, Tara, Leah, Bonnie, Diana, Sarai, Sardha, Becca, Raquel, Cassandra, Miranda, Debbie, Emma, Hailey, Alexis, Monica, Jenna, Jennifer, Jessica, Natalie, Marina, Marie, Annie, Nancy, Lynne, Julie, Crissy,. ” Bryce got up and walked past her toward the door to the main room, staring straight ahead and not daring to glance at her. “Would you like me to, um…,” Bryce paused briefly as he caught sight of Monica’s gaze and seemed to forget what he was going to say. “…open, the um, wine now?” “Oh that would be nice,” Monica replied with a big smile. “I would love a glass!” With Bryce in the other room, Monica came over quickly. “Guess what I did in the shower,” she said with a wicked grin on her face. ?Why are you hesitating? Didn’t you miss me?? she asked sardonically. Brad didn’t know how to answer. Part of him – the part between his legs – certainly did miss her, but another part – the part he sat on – certainly didn’t. ?Well, don’t keep me waiting. Did you or didn’t you miss me?? she repeated insistently. ?Uh, yeah, I did,? Brad stuttered. ?So why are you acting as if you didn’t?? This was vintage Kristie: posing a question which her victims didn’t know how to answer and then.