Once we were properly oriented, Willa personally wheeled Jennifer through the serving line, and talked non-stop about the foods she recommended. Jenni...er ate up the compassionate attention. Sherrie tagged along but wasn't consulted beyond perfunctory questions related to special dietary needs, or allergies. Jerry and I exchanged smiles watching Jennifer and Willa interacting.Dinner was superb. Willa ran a wonderful restaurant and we ate with gusto. Jennifer particularly seemed to have an. She opened her mouth as if to reply,then stopped as if puzzled. Peering at Bianca, she asked: "Do I know you?"Bianca smiled. "Sure. You work at Players, right?" The woman nodded. Itwas a strip joint not far from where Bianca lived. Not all of the girlsthere offered "extras" to the clients who paid for a private room, butCindy was very definitely one of those who did. "I saw you there a coupleof times. I mean ..."Bianca trailed off. She had a vague recollection of Cindy looking up ather, arching. Her friendly, once pretty, round face is framed by long blonde hair which usually hangs free but is tied back at the moment because she’s still on duty.There’s a near permanent smile on her face – and everything she says seems to be right off the top of her head – and delivered in a strong West Country accent, sounding like she belongs on a farm rather than in a hospital.“I’m Janet McCreery. I’m 40 years old, and I’m a midwife from Exeter.”Her establishing footage is shot in and around the. Let me guess, did they promise that you would meet someone?” David asked as his face drew close to hers. Laughing again, she turned toward him to acknowledge that he had been right, there had been a promise. They kissed, softly. He drew her to him and she did not resist. However, a loud giggle followed by a sharp scream coming from one of the bedrooms caused her to break off the kiss. “It’s getting late, will you please take me home?” She asked shyly, with an almost plead in her voice. ‘She’s.