“Next time you will be getting her out of jail. There is a new no trespassing sign hanging on a new gate at the entrance to my driveway. You might w...nt to warn her.” I figured that would take care of Ginger, Willow’s mother.I hadn’t had any contact with the bastard of Biloxi in half a year, so I removed him from my threat assessment list. I had sold a pusher trailer designed as a tricycle motor. I had UPS deliver it, so that proved to be doable. I actually made a couple of hundred bucks on that. John was an amateur photographer and he was always taking pictures. Wanda was a fox and I just knew that John must have done some nudes of her so after I fed the cats I went looking. It took about an hour but I finally found what I was looking for on the top shelf of the bedroom closet - three photo albums and over half a dozen videotapes. I took them home with me and settled down to see what Wanda had been hiding under her clothes.The scrapbooks were eye openers. I never would have figured. Vince embraced Dean and they hugged for a second.“We’re square,” said Dean as they parted.“Not even close,” said Vince. “Stay safe, my friend. You know where to find me if you need me.”That seemed to confirm my suspicion.As we drove back toward the mall, I considered all that Vince had said. I still rebelled at the idea that Maggie had been right about anything at all, but deep down I had always known it to be true. I felt like my upset might be assuaged a little if Maggie actually came to me. I always see things clearly… or as clearly as they can be seen…’ Her voice echoed off the walls, this solemn, serious representation of an inner solitude that often eluded even his keen ears. He could hear it every now and again, but when she waxed poetic there was a glassy sheen over her oh-so-blue eyes that couldn’t be penetrated by any man. She knew it too, and could smile when he attempted to delve into her inner sanctuary. ‘People disappoint me,’ he heard her say. ‘As a whole, the race is.