(I’m not.)(Like, at all.)I swallow nervously and look from one Dryth to the next.Silence reigns. The wind howls through the depopulated bar. All tha... is missing is a tumbleweed and some eerie harmonica tunes, or some dramatic 70s synth keyboard and Russel Mael’s falsetto voice going “This town ain't big enough for the both of us!”.When about five full minutes have passed by and exactly nothing happened, I’m starting to fold under the strain.“Alrighty, then. Uhm, this is awkward,” I mumble to. ”“How about your parents? Should we tell them, I mean tonight?” he said.She suddenly went pensive on him. “My Dad’s...”“Yes, I know, your Dad’s in prison. But, your other Dad, your bio Dad?” he said.“Yes, he’s been more of a dad to me than the one who raised me,” she said.A psychologist would have been able to explain it, maybe as a self-defense mechanism of sorts. Jenna’s attitude, at least her outward attitude, toward the father that had saved her, had morphed. She now avowed how the man,. She’d thought that maybe she would come in here, he’d see the gun, and he’d…break down, maybe. Start sobbing. Admit his guilt…except that she’d have shot him if he’d said anything. Wouldn’t she? ‘But you made a good choice, starting with Staci. Half of us thought she was a fucking slut anyway. When you announced that she’d be attending ‘special customer service training’, well…we all just thought it was a euphemism for ‘fucking me in the office for an hour every morning’.’ Lori switched the gun. However the firm was insured against some of the losses and so the company would not be too badly hurt. It also meant, as my dad pointed out, that we had to look at our systems and try to build in safeguards to prevent this kind of thing from happening again."If it hadn't been for the vigilance of Frank and the skills of Rory this could have gone on for long enough, we have been lucky but we must find ways to insure a similar thing can't happen again," he told us.Phil had wanted to know how.