I pulled out of my apartment complex and started to drive towards the movie theater. ‘It’s okay. I’m on my way. This isn’t your fault. You co...ldn’t have known.’ I insisted. ‘Can you stay on the phone with me until you get here?’ She asked clearing her throat, sounding like she was trying to calm herself down. ‘Of course, I’ll be there in two minutes.’ I said cutting in and out of traffic. ‘Thank you.’ She said and I could here her lightly sobbing. I started feeling guilty, because I was. Hanson walks over to the makeshift bar to pour a couple of drinks when one of his men burst into the room. “Hanson!”Turning, red in the face and angry with the sudden intrusion, he says, “What is it?”The intruding soldier trembles visibly. “It’s about Erika.” He stops and just stands there as if waiting for the go ahead.A little too late for that. “Well, you fucking idiot,” Hanson almost shouts. “What about her?”“The TDF seems to have raided Yonovich’s place,” the soldier continues. “Yonovich. She was smart, and funny. And she didn’t take any shit from him. His grin widened thinking of the number of times she had told him off in the ten days that he had spent time with her. In bed, he shook his head in wonder, she was fantastic, inventive and insatiable. He felt himself grow warm just thinking about the night they had just spent together. Michelle sensed his presence and opened her bleary sleep deprived eyes. How any man could be cheerful after the past twenty four hours they had. Sleep tight," I said."Good night, Daddy," she said, then hung up the phone.The next day, Friday, I did wrap up this trip's business and after seeing Paul made his plane ride home, I went back and checked out of my hotel room and headed for Michelle's restaurant. It was three of the longest hours I can remember…I finally pulled into Ethel's about an hour before she got off work. I had left St. Louis about 1:30 pm after wrapping up the last of work and getting Paul on the plane.With Friday.