I had two fans. It was a long way from the fan base I had as Brian Nelson, when I pitched for the Royals, but it was a start.My phone was ringing befo...e we got back into the houseboat. Mr. Bell wanted all the details of my encounter with Harold Smith and Sherrie Mesikowski. Beth Ann took the hone out of my hand and gave him a blow-by-blow description of our confrontation and the reaction of the Sheriff. "Carl, you let me talk to Sheriff Crowe, and I will handle everything as far as the criminal. Every now and then the rustle of the turning page would disrupt the quiet. Eliza wished Bethany would go somewhere else. Her anger with her younger sister was indescribable. How could Bethany do that to him? She just could not understand her sister, not matter how hard she tried. While it seemed he had no intention of asking them to leave, at least she didn’t think so, his lack of interest in anything frightened her more than anything else. What had Bethany told him, standing there in her. ”“Okay, Dad. Is everything alright?”“Well, not really but it will be okay.”“What's going on?”“Well, you know things haven't been happy at home for a while and I just got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't stand what it was doing to you, or me.”There was a pause as he took a deep, steadying, breath. A part of me already knew what was coming, though. The strange thing was that I wasn't at all upset about it.“Nate, I have decided that I want a divorce from your mother and I. “Oooh look what I found,” she said waving a pair of his boxers in the air.“Hey put those back, only I get to touch those!”“Hmmm getting all catty over a innocent little pair of boxers! I wonder what they smell like.”“Give me those!” I said as I lunged over to her and yanked them out of her hands. “Go smell your own brothers boxers, these are mine,” I gloated as I spun them around then put them back.“I don't wanna smell his boxers, he doesn't shower as often as I do.”“I bet if you offered to.