The multitude of stickers was missing from the cover of her Macbook. “What the hell?” she questioned hoarsely. “Siri?”“How may I help, Rebec...a?”Rebecca laughed harshly. “My room... ?”Siri responded: “Numerous selfies and other photographs exist on your cell phone. Using them, Procurement produced a replica of your house, assuming it would decrease your anxiety level. Procurement couldn’t be certain that all photos were, in fact, taken inside your house, but I can fix anomalies and recreate. "What do you want then?" she asked, getting impatient with me."Well, I can't tell you to leave and never come back. That would hurt Dad and he's been through enough with Mom's death. I'm going to have to give this a little thought," I said. "Meantime, we are going to play the happy home bit. You and I are going to pretend that none of this has happened and go on like before. Dad won't need to know anything about any of this if you do exactly what I say."And if you don't, well he will know and I. I turned back to my drink, wrapping my hands around it and didn’t even glance over as the guy took the next bar stool. In a husky voice he ordered a similar drink. Jack though, instead of the good Captain. It was a nice voice, I had to admit that. It…it was a nice voice. So I wasn’t entirely displeased when he used it on me. ‘Let me guess,’ it was an easy tone, almost as though he wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, but entirely focused on me, ‘New to town and you can’t find a damn. So much fun.”He winced. “Patty. Gonna need those stupid pills, baby ... Y’all, this knocks me out. I’m gonna have my lawyer do the transfer. He’ll send you stuff...”“Mister Barton,” I said, “we truly appreciate the gift.”“I’ll do my first solo in it when I get my student license,” Terri said.“All of us,” Rachel added. “You’ve been our grandpa...”“Thank you, sweetie. See, Patty? These’ve been my Alabama girls...”She gave him the pills he asked for. We slid silently away as he dozed off.Mizz.