She had mentioned this to Charity when she called to say she had definitely made her decision."I mean, it's only my career, Charity. I spent years in ...chool, and more years doing scut-work to get where I am, and I'm just chucking it. I must be nuts.' But she had interrupted the other woman's soothing reply. "No, really, I know I have to do it. I have to do it for myself, to settle things for me. I have to get out of this sexist rat-race in this company. And coming to you is a good way to step. " Here please," Frank signaled a tall gorgeous brunette cocktail waitress who was cruising by. "Could you get me a couple of martinis, Make them doubles!" He smiled at the girl. The girl smiled back with a really pleasing smile. "Man, where do they find girls like her! "Yes sir," Frank wondered "why couldn't I have gotten a girl like that."The cocktail waitress, Denise, or Mistress Denise as she liked to be called by her clients, looked at the hunky guy with the blond wife and thought,. He was surprised but nodded grimly.We all headed inside going through the metal detectors. The local officers were not prepared but did their best to get everyone through quickly. We went inside and Dad, Agnes, and I took seats at the defendant’s table. Everyone else filed in and took seats. Tracy, Amanda, and Melody were sitting right behind us. Just as everyone was seated, the D.A. strolled in and looked shocked. Two campus policemen brought Mister Cahill in. He was wearing handcuffs.We were. . it was nice, and fun, and . . . perfect . . . for a while.’ My mother smiled, massaged my shoulder. ‘Ah, first love,’ she said wistfully. I managed a smile. ‘Something like that.’ ‘I take it he’s not around anymore?’ I shook my head slowly. ‘No, he’s not around anymore,’ I said. My mother kissed my cheek. ‘Don’t fret, honey,’ she said. ‘My first love didn’t last, either. No one’s does. It’s just the way it goes.’ I sniffed. ‘I miss him.’ Mom put her cup down and came around behind me, hugging.