.. and two to go!" Jay whispered. "... And, it won't be long before they'll be looking for him!"They settled down to wait. Five minutes passed."What t...e hell's keeping Jack... ? Maybe you'd better check on him, Ollie!" Ramsey growled."He's mine!" Arnie whispered.Ollie came out of the cabin, his pistol clutched in his good left hand. He peered into the darkness. "Stearns!" he called. "Where the hell are you?" Over here... Ollie!" Jay stage-whispered.The former boxer moved toward him, as Arnie. Never like that, even when I beat that jerk in grade school. Blacken both his eyes and broke his nose, that wasn’t as intense as Ce and I fought that day. Irish tempers times 2. We practically tore that house apart. I shouted at her, she screamed at me. All the trite things that fathers and daughters use to hurt each other. At one point it penetrated my mind that Ce, moved to put the couch between us. My Ce was afraid of me, afraid I’d hurt her. Then I heard myself scream, ‘Not in my house’,. Or using restraint. Whenever Shannon and Brinn and I discovered some new joy, we overindulged in it immediately. Like I said, Brinn had rubbed my bump raw before. And the fact that Uncle Bob didn’t do that ... didn’t go for broke ... didn’t get whatever he could ... had this vaguely important aura about it that, while I didn’t fully understand it, I knew was really important.“Okay,” I said. “But you will do it again someday ... right?”“Yes,” he said. “When I think you’re ready.”“Okay.”The next. The repetitive tasks soon gave way to ones requiring judgment. At the end of the second week, Patricia spotted a serious error. Things were corrected and the matter passed, but people had noticed and Patricia became someone to watch. Soon, she was promoted to the important Overseas Office.Though still, technically, an entry level, Patrica had arrived. Her hours expanded to full time, then beyond. Patricia's supervisor, recognizing a barrio accent when he heard one, started her primarily in.