I was thinking of giving a smile to her but I was confused and I heard a voice of her and did we reach and I said no and I added and we might not reac... on time and then she asked why? I said that there is some problem in the engine as soon as I said that her face was all sad and pale and then I go down to my seat and tried to get some sleep but I was not sleepy.I turned back and had a look at her she was not sleepy she was working on her phone. I wanted to talk to her so I came up with some. " Dinner went well, save the lack of information Darrel needed. She followed her instructions to not ask anything about Prescott's work for fear of making him suspicious.Finally the part she had dreaded all evening came as she was invited into his suite. She accepted trying to look enthused while brushing past him and into his room."Care for a drink?" he asked."No Sir," she replied," I don't drink alcohol."He poured himself one before moving closer to her. "Do you like me Peggy?" there was. She doesn't make out what is said on the other end, but it doesn't sound like the professional voice of an auto club representative."Yeah... don't wait up for me tonight...", he tells the voice on the other end, "... I have some... things... to take care of."As he hangs up the phone he turns back to face her. The washed expression across her face makes it clear that she knows that he wasn't calling for a tow. She takes an uncomfortable step back, nearly tripping as she does. She regains her. " His Dad looked to his wife, smiled and walked out of the kitchen.His mother watched him leave before turning back to Alex, the fire gone from her. Softly, she said, "Your father, he can be such an asshole at times. He knows how to take the wind out of my sails, like now. Which is probably a good thing for both of us. I don't know how much of what he said will sink in, I hope all of it, but try and remember what he said."She cocked her head and looked to Alex, who just sat there waiting..