. Oh heck Patricia. If you're really serious about apologizing, I'll forgive you." Really?! Eric... Thank you. That means so much to me. I felt so ter...ible... when I woke up the next morning, and realized what I had done..." Huh? Woke up? You mean on Thursday?" Huh? Eric, what do you mean? I mean Friday. What are you talking about?" I thought we were talking about apologies," I replied. I suddenly felt confused. "What do you think you're apologizing for?"Patricia looked around to make sure we. "Let's go home," Angie called to her children. She knew Callie had to deal with Jessica and it was time to get her brood ready. Angie's children rushed to the van and got inside and before she left, Angie smiled at Callie, "I'll see you tonight, that is if someone at your house doesn't end up having the plague," she smirked.Jessica looked at her mom. "What's the plague?" She asked."Never mind about the plague, let's go home and get ready," Callie said, "I'm pretty sure your dad is waiting for. The decision was that I should have anything of value the dead galoot had on him. That was great because he was holding the $400 that Cookie had returned, plus he had another $63.50 in his pockets and money belt. Hell, I now had enough money to carry me a whole year if I was frugal with it.I also got a gun and a knife that I could sell. The gun was a LeMatt that was in pretty sad shape, so I decided to sell it along with the knife. I figured it to be pure luck to get more than $2 for the gun.Pa. Spring collections, and that sort of thing.”I really didn’t think I was doing very well.She laughed an almost tinkling laugh, that made me feel even less adequate, and said that it was more or less like that. She told me that she was going to a spring showing of the top fashion designers in Milan, and expected to make some purchase of items in their collections.Grabbing my wits by their handles, and hanging firmly onto them, I managed to ask her if she was from Montreal, to which she told me.