"What's your name?" she asked coyly. I could almost read her mind through her eyes, and I saw promise."Stanislas, but everyone calls me Staz," I said... almost embarrassed at the foreign sound."My name's Katherine, but everyone calls me Kate." She laughed. "Well Staz, what do you do for fun around here?" My mind went immediately to the sheep, but I knew I couldn't very well tell her that. It didn't matter anyway, she had her own ideas. "I bet having two people is much more fun that being. .." I muttered, thinking of Adrienne and Candy and fighting with Drew and... "It's not that crazy every WEEK," I finished lamely.The girls giggled and Erica complained, "We all know it's just a Hollywoodized version of the real thing. There're no black people on the show."I shrugged. "There aren't any black people in Newport Beach, either." You can't be serious," Erica shot back."Well, not ZERO black people," I admitted. "But there was a census. Newport Beach is only 0.5% black, and it's 92%. A hand fell on my shoulder, a man's hand, and in my nervous state I jumped and let out a small involuntary cry. Pressure on my shoulder turned me towards the owner of the hand; a tall slim man with rugged features and traces of grey at his temples. His face lit up with a smile and he motioned me to move aside but to wait a short way away from himself, Gary and the woman.As I sought out a tissue to dry my tears the man turned to my ex-husband and there followed a heated discussion, although most. ” “When I answered the phone, he didn’t even let me speak. He just said, ‘Good morning babe.’ That doesn’t sound like you plan on breaking up with him,” Jonathan retorts. “I don’t understand why you’re reacting like this,” I say. “It’s not like we’re dating yet anyway.” “Yeah well, we could be, but the fact that you cheated on your boyfriend of at least six months, says you’ll cheat on me too,” Jonathan says, raising his voice. “I gave you something I would’ve never even dreamed of giving.