I don't know – I don't know enough about you or about your father yet to make a guess."Beth regarded her, hearing an underlying message and warning...."I've worked with some strange, even weird cases in the psych unit at hospital, and not much fazes me. I know that whatever it is, him being my Dad might make a big difference, but still ... Yes, I think it would be worth a try." OK, fair enough. If you could wait outside just a few minutes, I'll try to call your Dad and see what he has to say.. “They are trying to stay cheerful. This set of orders has them more than a little worried.”“I’m worried as well. Do you think we can have a meeting?” Captain Prescott asked.“When and where?” I asked.“I’d say as soon as possible, and how about in that meeting room we used earlier. I’m going to see if Ensign Button will come as well,” Captain Prescott said.“Who?” I asked.“My weapons officer. He’s out of the medical pod. I figure he’ll possibly have some ideas. I’d recommend bringing yours as. There was a letter in it that he had received about a month ago. The letter was signed by a Monica Jeffries. She introduced herself in the letter and said that his account was assigned to her and he should not hesitate in contacting her if she could ever do anything for him. Her title was a Vice-President but he wasn’t overly impressed with her title as he thought most investment advisors had such titles.Craig phoned his brokerage firm and asked to speak to her.“Monica Jeffries, how may I help. I knew she was the one.She sat. The waiter brought some drinks. She settled and relaxed. Thewaiter came to take our orders. He quickly brought out the ready-to-golunches and walked away."Tammy, we seem awfully good together, don't we?" Yes, pumpkin." We're on the right track, right? The one to share for the rest of ourlives, right? Just you and me, and maybe one day we'll be three,"I chuckled. She giggled at my silly joke. She nodded."Well then, there is something I must tell you. I've wanted.