Right away she spotted the ignition cables. “I might have found something.” Sarah called out to Jolene, thankful that her friend had stayed in the...driver’s seat. “Stay there and I’ll let you know when to try to start it again.”Grinning to herself, she carefully pulled off two of them from their spark plugs and for good measure she even disconnected the other end of one from the distributor. Careful not to let Jolene see, Sarah stuffed the wire off to the side of the engine, in a small open. When we got to the top of the stairs, I stopped, put my hand on his cheek, and kissed him. “Give me ten minutes, Honey. Then call me.”John went to his bedroom and me to mine. I undressed and put on a short, thin cotton nightgown. I thought about not even wearing that but changed my mind. My phone beeped.I quickly answered, “Hi, Honey.”“Are you in bed?”“Yes, John. And thinking about you.”“What are you wearing?”“Just a nightgown. You?”“Just my boxers.”“No t-shirt?”“Not tonight.”“Do you want to. She giggled through the phone at my stern nature. <,my caste finds no redeeming value in pleasantries>, Venit ergo parvus ad fratrem, she said warmly and invitingly. Scitis viam? <,come then little sister, you know the way?>, Ego jam praeter, I said. <,I am outside already>, Oh, WHAT!? she shrieked. KICK ASS! I heard the phone clatter to the floor. She didnt even bother to hang it up and I heard the clapping sound of shoes on tile. The house was big and fancy. She had done well for. Madame DuBois had immediately monopolized the conversation, but in a pleasant manner. She was from the south of France and told Jean many little stories and anecdotes about the area they were passing through that brightened her spirits perceptibly. She seemed to be an amazing woman. She was married to a wealthy art dealer in Paris and was going to Marseille to look at some paintings for him that one of his underground contacts had discovered in an old shop. She was certain she could pick.