” “I do try.” She pulled me in for a hug and looked concerned when she stepped back. “Are you okay? I saw you dancing with Lia and then after ...ou guys looked pretty, um, close. I just don’t want you to get hurt,” she added. “I’m not butting in, you know that.” “I know.” I patted her shoulder. “It’s not like that. We’re just going to hang out for a bit and catch up.” And have sex hot enough to set fire to the mattress, but Gina didn’t need to hear that. “Thanks for worrying, though, Mom.” Gina. “Tony! I’m so scared!”“Allie, honey. You’ll be fine. This is what you live for.”“What if they don’t like me?”“They’ll love you.”“What if they do like me? Am I ready for this, Tony?”“Hey! Allison. I fell in love with you the same morning Jonathan did. You are my Diva. You’ve been in Seattle for a year now. People love you. But that’s not all. You’ve played racquetball in the fucking World Championships. You’ve won the fucking Intercollegiates. You’ve won the fucking Opens. You’ve even kept forty. "I was out shopping with Phillipa and we'd stopped for a bite to eat," she explained softly. "Those Confederacy Marines staged one of their pick ups right there in the food court."Helen got a far away look in her eye as she relived the moment. "It was like a comedy show and a horror film all rolled into one gigantic mess," she said. "I watched a young boy who could have only just reached his fourteenth birthday pick two women who were old enough to be his mother. All he wanted to do was hold. He then called Blackwelder's and informed me that Zeke was on his way. Zeke arrived; talked with the coroner and then rolled the gurney to the bedroom. In a few minutes; he came through the house with Pamela's sheet covered corpse on the gurney and rolled her to the hearse; placed her inside and closed the door. He came back inside; consoled me and asked If I wanted Pamela embalmed to allow an open casket viewing/funeral. I indicated that I did. Zeke indicated that if I could come to the.