She was telling me that all the self-discipline and hard work had paid off and that she was proud of me. That was more than enough in itself.After som... considerable thought and discussion with Francesca, I decided to take on the training responsibility that Carl had outlined. It was the more challenging of the options, but I felt I would gain more from it than the more mundane purchasing role."I'm happy you chose that, Dal. I think you'll do very well with it. I know the owners will be pleased.. I could use a change of scenery myself, so I went out to the garage to work on replacing some fence posts out back. There in my man-cave with my tools, my weights, and my Corvette things made sense, and I could take my mind off of the homicidal, muscle-bound lesbian seductress up the street. For about a minute.I heard the back door to the garage open and close. “Hey Mishhhter Parker, what are you doing?” a tiny voice called through a retainer.It was Becky Finklestein, standing four feet tall,. The little piece of paper that Felicity Chumley had calmly handed her stuck up out of its compartment.She looked at it. She pulled it out.She picked up the phone, and dialed.Shortly after that Bobby dialed his phone. Annie picked up on the other end.“Hi, sweet cheeks,” he said.“Bobby,” she sighed. “You can’t call me at work.”He laughed. “I need to talk to Felicity.”“Oh.” She sounded pouty, but he knew she was teasing him.When Felicity came on the line, he got right to business.“Tell me about. Any time I remember anything about you, it’s your face as it is now that I see, not what it looked like ten years ago.”“Gene, that’s only natural. You’ve seen my face every day for the last six months, that’s your subconscious mind filling in the blanks.”He tried another tack. “Why aren’t there any pictures of us in the house?”“You never wanted anyone to take your picture. You said it would be bad for your business; just like that gangster in the Godfather.”“See, that’s the kind of thing I do.