I'm just really skeptical." Well that makes me feel great..." You want to feel great, that's what that girl is for," I pointed out, "What's her name?"...Uh ... Gwen--" She prefers Gwendolyn," I heard a nasal woman in the background announce."Gwendolyn Ashcroft." He declared."She from Halifax?" Maybe?" He felt trapped and I pinched my nose in frustration."What's she do?" I asked."She's a waitress, at Flynn's," Right, because he'd never go out and find a girl. She'd have to fall into Matthew's. The staging, the timing ... it all had to be perfect. Even then, neither David nor Sue gave it little chance. But like the wise old saying goes, "The most difficult part of a project is getting started." They had to start some time, to do something. Libby sure as hell wasn't going to walk in one day and offer herself!David was the catalyst. It would all start with him.He pulled his chair over to an outstretched Ros and reached for a small bottle of lotion."Here," he said softly. He didn't ask.. It’s getting better honey. Our bills are caught up and we’re even saving a little. I’m thinking about going full time with Bobby. He’ll give me a raise and more hours if I do.”It hurt me when she scoffed at the idea. “Think that’ll make a difference? You need a job that has insurance. We’re all healthy right now but one accident will bankrupt us for years.”I sighed. “It is what it is, Gail. Unless we can find new careers that pay a lot better, we have to work with what we have.”There it was. "Drive me by Stephen Grand's house," I told her.Ignoring the way Morgan's head snapped around to stare at me, I put the passenger seat as far down as it would go. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the horror documentaries playing on the back of my eyelids.I slapped Stephen conscious. He swung wildly! I'd tied him upside down to a tree branch. I slapped him to watch him swing for a few more seconds. I slapped him some more for the pleasure of hearing my open hand on his face.After pulling.