The automobile made it easy to drop in on Hollcroft and return home all in the same day. In fact, if I left home soon enough, I could talk to Hollcrof... and get back home by dinner. That left my afternoon free for whatever else I wanted to do.I was really anxious to find those two remaining murderers, so I spent as much time as I could make available dressed as a man and haunting the saloons in Singer Flats. I needed a man's name for my disguise, so I selected Tom Jones. There was no particular. Nice ambience. Only a small smattering of customers was present due to the early hour. She brought in only her guitar and pedal board and she approached the bar to find out where the club owners wanted her band to place their gear. The man at the bar was a swarthy-looking fellow in psychedelic hippie clothes. His medium brown hair was a bit disheveled and his relatively long beard looked as if it had never been introduced to a comb. In truth, it probably hadn’t. ?Hey, man,? she said, trying to. Scoot finally connected with his parents. “Hi Dad, I’m safe.”“Scott, well it’s about time. You’ve had your mother and me going out of our minds with worry for you.”“Honey, it’s Scott, he finally decided to call us. You know I’m kidding you, Son.”“Yes, I know you are, Dad. “ Scott could hear footsteps quickly getting louder. “I’ll put you on speaker, Son. We’ve barely slept since the story about you broke here in Canada. You have become quite the celebrity. I think every news station and paper. And falling in love is most definitely forbidden. It is an insult to the very heart of Dworkinism, a re-emergence of one of the most corrupting institutions of the patriarchy." Dworkinism is full of shit," said Alison hotly."I think that's an opinion you'd better keep to yourself," answered Amy, the threat in her tone unmistakable. "From now on we all play by the rules."Alison volunteered to fetch Bill's dinner bowl after he was done eating, and the kitchen woman assigned that task was.