"We made it to the Porsche dealer by 7:30 and that gave us a little over an hour for a test drive. Steve had already talked with the salesman at lengt... this morning, so we were able to get the keys and hit the road. The car was magnificent. It was a beautiful red Cayman with less than 50 miles on it. We put 20 miles on the car before pulling back in the dealership 45 minutes later.The ride home was filled with pros about his reasons for getting the car. I had already begun thinking about what I. No way at all! These are very expensive, I know. Far more expensive than anything I would ever think of buying. May I return some so I won't owe you quite so much money? I won't ever be able to wear them all, anyway, and it will take me years to earn the money I owe you already."Rick could scarcely see through the tears that suddenly clouded his eyes. Instead he helped her pack a couple of small bags with the things she thought she might need and then carried them down to his car. After helping. When on the phone (which during the afternoon was quite often) she’d stalk about, listening and drawling. When working, either at her drafting table or at her computer, she was silent, and fairly often you’d look up and notice she wasn’t there. And then, of course, she’d stalk up behind us, coolly observing us as we struggled with the pacing and cutting of this scene or that. Sometimes she would make comments and suggestions in her arrogant drawl. Her suggestions were analytical and incisive. ‘Amanda.’ was all I could manage to say. ‘I got your phone number from Erica. I ran into her at the grocery store two days ago. I asked how you were doing, she gave me your phone number. She told me to find out for myself. Shes always been a bitch if you ask me!’ I had to smile at that one. Erica was anything but a bitch. She just didn’t take any crap from anyone. ‘ I’m doing great Mandie. Just living life as best as I can.’ I mumbled. My heart felt heavy now. Old memories flooding back. Mandie.