When Scott had gotten his clothes back on I told him to give me his car keys. ‘Why the fuck should I?’ ‘Because I will arrest you for drunk driv...ng if you get in that car.’ ‘How the hell am I supposed to get home?’ ‘I think it is called walking, asshole.’ As I took his keys, I told him, ‘If I ever see you in this house again, I am going to beat the living shit out of you.’ I escorted Scott out of the house, shut the door and locked it. Lynne came out of the bedroom, a robe covering her, crying. The night was dark and moonless, and Jerry was glad of the cover it provided. It wouldn't do for some of the neighbors to wonder why the hell people were flitting back and forth like this, without being all dressed up.He tried the back door and the knob turned in his hand. There was light filtering down the hall from the living room, so he followed it quietly and stood just inside the archway, peering around. He saw his mother sitting languorously upon the couch, her long legs stretched out and. She applied a bit of deodorant and a small amount of mascara before dashing back down the stairs, checking her watch to see how much time she had. She could hear Caroline chuckling in the kitchen. This was crazy … he’d probably be furious that she showed up, but she couldn’t help the natural curiosity she had of the ranch, her burning desire to ride again, and if she were honest with herself, she had to see him again. Wesley and three of the hands were saddling up their horses. Two were cutting. "So what should I do Trish?" You could try talking to him that would be a start." But about what? I just wouldn't know what to say." Oh Susan I despair of you," Trish said as she laughed. Trish and Italked for ages after that until after a while Mick exited the houseprobably from the basement where he'd been working with Taff and wentto one of the sun loungers by the small swimming pool propped it upinto a sitting position and sat to read a book Trish poured anotherglass of juice and topped up.