"It did come from Wal-Mart, but it wasn't cheap. Jessica and I know practically nothing about wine, but we thought we should celebrate your new home."...Somebody is going to get spanked if you keep on with the 'your.' I was dead serious about this thing belonging to all three of us." And we are dead serious about you being our man," Carla answered right back. "Now pour the wine; the steaks are ready."A few minutes later, they were all seated at the table. As they joined hands for a short prayer. Those nightmares had nothing to do with my past. They dealt with my future: how I would fail to protect my loved ones, and how my loved ones decided to abandon me. In a way, that had been the story of my life.As it was still dark I laid awake on the sofa evaluating my life. There had been moments when I wondered if I had been anything more than a piece of driftwood in a river. There had been some slack water, but there had been some rapids, too. Pam had been there with me all the time and she. IDENTIFY YOURSELF TO THE KID ... SHOW HIM YOUR BADGE!! You can work it out from there." He turned to Daddy and said, "God ... he is a Bozo!!" (From Chapter 17)While they were in a face-off ... the Fire Marshal and the Inspector finished their burger and fries at the Antler ... wiped hands on cloth towels ... no paper for the Antler ... and settled back for a smoke.The Fire Marshal was from Ludington and the Inspector lived in Big Rapids. When the Inspector wasn't involved in Arson. "So, what do you think about dinner? I'd be happy to run pick something up so that you can stay off of your ankle."I tried joking in order to get my mind off of what Nat's touch was doing to my body. "Ah, I've always wanted a manservant." Manservant? And here I thought I was just being a nice guy by getting an ice pack. Ah, to be so used by the fairer sex," Mark said walking back into the living room.I couldn't help smiling. In addition to his liquid smooth voice and gentle hands, Mark appeared.