His first thought was that she was still in the bathroom, she wasn't. She was watering an outdoor plant, there was no mad rush of revenge in fact it w...s the same as it normally was, just general chit-chat. Nothing on what had occurred just a couple of hours before. Despite that he was on guard, waiting for the outburst that would come, or so he thought, but nothing, not a word or action. The day passed. 'What is she thinking', he muttered to himself. 'Maybe it didn't register, maybe the shock. Silly question but I never was very good at small talk. ‘A bunch of us girls are going to the Big Easy for sex and relaxation. Oh fuck … what a Freudian slip that was! I meant, rest and relaxation.’ ‘Sounds good. Has New Orleans recovered from Katrina? I mean, are there some good places to stay?’ ‘Yep! We found a cheap place to stay near the French Quarter and the bars are rockin’! I can’t wait to go to Whiskey Blue. It’s supposed to be hot and less than a mile from our hotel. They say it’s. I want to tell them he’s an all right guy.’ ‘Got’cha, Joe.’ ‘Bye, Les.’ Joe glanced at his Rolex, and leaped up, and went to his office door. Julie Markrop looked up from her desk, ‘Yes, sir?’ ‘Julie, please see to it that I’m not disturbed for the next … say forty-five minutes, will you?’ ‘Yes, Mr. Marcolina. Does that include any calls from Mrs. Marcolina?’ ‘No calls at all. I need to concentrate for the next hour or so.’ He closed the door to his office and sat down, recalling the. Did he write you? The mails are very uncertain now you know." He did. He wrote me regularly he said, had friends bring them down and deliver them right to the house, to this house, father." She turned and looked at her stepmother at the other end of the table. "But I received only one of his letters. He got none of mine, and your wife can explain that to you, sir, if you will excuse me." She stood and left quickly, fearing he would see her tears.Anne was sitting in her room a half-hour later,.