When the ref had the ball set and blew the whistle, Ben was already under center barking the play. This was my favorite play. The sweep around right e...d with Toro, the two pulling guards and the tight end leading the way.They stopped me on the thirty for an eleven-yard gain and we were on the line before they could get set. Ben called a draw play up the middle, with a fake hand-off to Toro that suckered the middle linebacker again. I thought sure I was going to score, but they tripped me up at. ”“There’s six of us. What could go wrong?” Beck asked brightly. I didn’t like the sound of that challenge, but again, I nodded.When we split up, I took Collie’s hand and we walked back to her car, watching the rest of them drive away in a three car convoy of Patty’s car, Lana’s and Mom’s. “We can follow them, if you want,” she offered meekly.I shook my head. “No, you deserve my attention. I’m just overly worried.” I smiled at her and told her to take us home.“About Tabby?” she asked delicately. An SUV. And it's one of ours — a Ford Explorer, I think." All RIGHT!" Louie roared, as they exchanged high fives. "An American truck, not another British shitwagon."They hurried toward the house. It was made of timber and mud, with a corrugated tin roof. A porch ran the width of the house. A big wooden cistern loomed on one side of the house, and in back was an outhouse.As they approached the porch, Gene pulled out a BXP submachine gun."Put that away," Louie said. "We didn't come here to shoot. .. and continued...Bewildered and overwhelmed, I just sat down and started sobbing... Thatwasn't the right idea either. She came over to me and in her rage ---SAY SOMETHING...I mumbled back, "You just don't understand".BIG MISTAKE.*I* don't understand... *I* DON'T UNDERSTAND. LET ME TELL YOU THIS, It'sYOU buster that doesn't understand. You don't understand how mad I am.You don't understand how furious this makes me. You don't understand howembarrassing this is. You don't understand how hurtful.