His planning should continue unimpeded. Still, the best laid plans of mice and all that. There was always a possibility that Murphy’s law would rais... its ugly head. Oh, she’s just checking her phone. I wonder what she’s doing? Her thumb danced across the black mirror in her hand and then she put her hand away. My phone vibrated from its place on the dash, Sarah’s picture appearing momentarily. She had texted me something. A warmth surged at how she always tended to have something new to share. It came with the trade. She pushed her way through the small line of people waiting to pay the cover fee, and into the main area of the club. Head down, she headed to the side of the stage and through the employees only door. Angel squinted as the harsh lights hurt her eyes. That would take a moment to adjust to. She found an empty spot at the table in front of the large mirror that spanded across the far wall. She set her bag on the table, and pulled out out the skimpy garments, and striped of. That would probably cause suspicions with the midwife. Also, if there were any complications, they would be better prepared to handle them here at the mansion. She was glad there was another source of ideas besides herself and Amy. Her panic about the situation had kept her mind on secrecy to the exclusion of the well being of her loved ones.She also had to reconsider her son as simply the cause of all this. He was only doing what everybody wanted. He must have feelings about everything as. " He said extending his hand."I can walk back alone." I said as my first words to him after his apology."No you can't. Mr. Reynolds entrusted you to me and I will deliver you back whether you're pissed at me or not. I may be a jerk, but I'm a responsible one. Walk ten feet behind me or in front of me, but I'm bringing you home."I took the rest of my ice cream and got up and threw it away, now a melting mess anyway, and started walking back the way we came. Phineas was behind me hustling to keep.