She flipped him into the bed of the wagon, pushing him up so shecould close the tail gate. She covered the back of the wagon with thetarp and placed h...r bag and things on the seat of the wagon.Climbing up to the seat and releasing the wheel brake, she took thereins and got the horse moving. The wagon quietly moved up the allyand into the street, headed to Brownswood. She rode on into thenight, knowing that she probably had about seven hours until hisfriend, if you want to call them that, would. " She shuddered. "Anyway, you can't do it. Three weeks isn't long enough. You'll just have to concentrate on that night at Ethel's. If you'd already put her in the club before that, you've blown it unless we can learn how to take you back more than three weeks. Now, what about me?" You?" I have to come in to bring you back. I use your card and come in for you at Ethel's place. I'll need to arrive in time to wander over to Ethel's, and get there that night. I've got to find you behind the couch. My lady-friend dropped the bomb on me one day, the I-need-some-space-for-a-few-months prelude to never seeing someone again.I knew I wouldn't, and I didn't. I was twenty-five, alone, and a little sour.My wife, on the other hand, was a victim of a drive-by boyfriend in college, one who helped himself to her virginity with pledges of undying love, and then broken it off, cleanly, so as to cause the least pain.Oh, right.Anyway, fate placed us together in a common small city, working with common. "By the time I got home, though, well after dinner was over, Jeanne had already called to tell Dad she would be spending the night. I did knock on Jill's door, though, and was greeted with a big smile. Jill had another take on the story, of course. She insisted that she had had an excellent audition, and that Mr. Collins assured her, this afternoon in fact, that her selection was based entirely on merit."But you've been singing for what, two weeks?" I asked."Natural talent," she giggled. "Just.