‘I ran a bakery with my husband,’ she paused before correcting herself. ‘My late husband…’ She took a deep steadying breath before continuin..., ‘back in Albany and always found it to be such soothing and enjoyable work.’ When Mrs. O’Malley only continued to glare at her, she gave the counters a final wipe and asking her could she please remove the pies from the oven in about fifteen minutes, she hurried out. She walked by the foyer just as Nicholas was coming in the front door. She turned to. She noticed that all the limos had tinted windows, the reflective surface making it impossible to see inside. She slid into the expansive rear seat as the chauffeur held the door open for her, and she noticed his eyes couldn't help but stray to her sexy legs as she drew one leg in after the other. Her grandfather slid in next to her, the chauffeur closing the door behind them."Alright, Miles, you know the way," Ted said as the chauffeur got in and started the car."Yes, sir," the young man. He really did love his father but since his mother's death due to a drunken driver his dad had all this anger in him and it seemed he was blocking the world out. His dad had been injured also in the accident and because of his back injury got put on disability for life. That was the biggest problem it gave his father seemed to withdraw from life. He had stopped driving completely and even sold their car. So Jake had to take the bus everywhere even though he was old enough at eighteen to get a. As she sat in the car on the way home, biting her cheek to keep the tears at bay, she thought about the fact that it would be a cold day in hell before she got over the anger that was burning inside of her. She had no true idea how she had become almost pathologically angry, or why that shit eating grin on his face made her want to bash his skull inside out while she screamed like a banshee. It never occurred to her that she might be a tad melodramatic, and the anger had literally boiled over.