"You know I like you, Billy, have for a long time. I probably do love you, fool that I am. Should know better by now." Anne smiled at him and raked ba...k her hair with her fingers, pleased she had said it. She bent and put a small log on the fire and then sat up straight in her tightly cinched corset and saw his eyes roam her body."Indeed, it's glad I am t'hear that," he said, trying to look serious but very happy, admiring her grace and beauty, noting how she had matured, her cheeks thinner,. "Not one of thesecars is worth less than some people's houses. I wonder what kind ofconvention, or whatever, is going on to draw so many affluent typesto this little town?"The really strange thing about all the cars, aside from theirmonetary worth, was that every one of them gleamed as if they hadjust rolled off the showroom floor."Oh, hello there Dan!" Constance called from the desk and a crowd ofyoung women talking like old friends catching up on years ofexperience apart from each other. "Did. ‘Here we go. This is it,’ she thought, as she climbed on the bus. Shirley Michaels glanced at her watch. She headed upstairs to get dressed. She wondered again what her daughter wanted to talk about. Returning downstairs, she headed to the kitchen to put on some coffee. Today was Friday, and Shirley was thankful knowing that she didn’t have to prepare a meal. Her husband, Dan, always stopped somewhere on his way home on Fridays. He usually always got more than enough to eat. When the coffee was. He works in a hospital, so calm, collected, with such a structured life, nothing ever exciting. He was in some branch of law enforcement before we met. Somehow, I just can't see him in a job even that exciting. I'm not demeaning him. He's the world's sweetest person and deserves calmness and stability. It's for that reason that I feel so sorry for him with what he's going through now. He's always there for us and now we seem to be able to do nothing for him when he needs us.I've always tried to.