.. Connie Carlisle is here. She is thinking of the ring. She's always thinking of it. She feels guilty.He lingers; no need to nudge, she's already hea...ing that way.Memory, made bolder and darker with meaning. The letter in her hand. The ring still on her finger. The SUV rolling down the road, slow but still too fast. Will finds himself in the back seat. See, this isn't so hard. An address scribbled, directions added. No, don't look; let it happen.We'll be there soon enough.It's dark; how long. Can I use your bathroom first?”“Sure go ahead,” he said.Melody took in a shaky breath and went pee quickly. The thong she was wearing was drenched with her juices. Damn it, if he kept flashing his body she was going to be soaking through her dress at church! Melody wiped trying to get her juices to subside and walked out the door back into Brandon’s room. He was lying on his bed and Pedro was curled up beside him. Melody smiled, he had already won Pedro over and he was slowly winning her over. Lee has wandered off somewhere. Les, a thin cord running from the tiny Japanese transistor radio in his jean pocket to his ear, has his eyes closed, his hips and feet move to some rock and roll number, probably Buddy Holly. There is one big difference. A large loud family of a dozen or so members has moved into the adjoining area and has pushed three tables together spread with tablecloths and food of all varieties. They are loud and raucous and obviously having a great time. Five or six. "You keep weird souvenirs. Lift your head." She did and I covered her head with the bag and tugged the drawstring tight -- and tied it. "Now, WHY do you keep weird souvenirs? Why do you spend Tuesdays in that restaurant, going to the bathroom every fifteen minutes? Is there a camera now? Did you have a gun stashed or something? Was there a police stakeout I didn't see?"She was quiet for a while, then: "Do you remember that long rambling speech you made? The one about a perfect world?" Yeah." In.