I've got two men here that I will never be able to thank enough."She slipped out of her chair, leaned over Mark's face, and kissed him passionately. "...ou, for being my loving and understanding husband."She went on around the table to Tom and gave him and equally passionate kiss. "You, for being the lover not one woman in a million ever gets to have."Then she turned back to Mark for an even longer kiss. "And you, for putting up with something no husband should ever have to face. Some way, some. There's a serious shortage of modeling agencies for larger women." Michael thought for a second and added, "I could start a line of larger sized clothes and supply all your women." She was only being partially factious.Jenny looked at her in surprise and said, "Seriously?" It would make a great sideline... maybe more than a sideline. I see all the styles from the latest designers and they're all aimed at skinny women. I'm sure I could convince at least some of the designers to think a little.... SO I forced myself to at least look relaxed, and before long we were home."My mother took me right to the ... to see Musawri's body and arrange for the funeral home to pick him up. They were very kind to us, which helped."There were some federal investigators waiting when we came out of the room, and they wanted to know everything about Musawri. They asked about his friends, his job, his family, his enemies, and his 'other' lovers, which shocked me. Noah, it turns out that Musawri liked to run. I called George, but the call went directly to voice mail. I gave up and went to take a long cold shower. When I got out of the shower, some of what Dorothy had said came back to me. I didn't believe any of it was possible, but then I didn't know what to believe. If I'd dreamed the party, it was the most insanely real dream I'd ever had. I tried calling George again, but the calls were still rolling to voice mail so I left him a "What the hell?" message and gave up. I spent the next four hours.