" said Chuck."That's where the love letter comes in. Most of those idiots couldn't make a complete sentence if you paid them. That will lead her to kn...w that if she wants romance, then she is going to have to find it elsewhere and not from some dumb jock." Mike said."I look forward to seeing how your plan turns out. By the way, are you working this weekend?" Chuck asked."I'm going to have to. My plans for romancing Michelle is not cheap just sending flowers alone will probably cost me $50. Then. She jumps up from the edge of the bed, runs to me, throws her arms around me and begins to cry. Shit! I hate crying women! I sort of hold her and ask, "What's wrong?"She burbles, "Ben, I'm all alone!"I shake my head, "I do not understand?"She burbles some more and says, "Ben I'm all alone in the world."I ask for clarification, "Anastasia, I still do not understand."She pulls away, looks at me and declares, "Ben, the bastard Guy caught my parents and tortured them to death!"That pisses me off so. I set my bags down as I waited for the boys' practice to finish. Joaquin had been playing soccer in Spain for years, and he had easily made it onto our high school team. I watched him as he dribbled the ball down the field. I always thought he was the opposite of what you would think a typical Spaniard would look like: shaggy blond hair, blue eyes, and slightly tanned skin. Still, no girl would deny the fact that he was good looking. In just the few short months he had been going to. At dinner Helen started on me again about getting a job but Suzi piped up"Actually Daddy's going for a job interview tonight, aren't you Daddy?" I am?" Sorry Daddy, I forgot to tell you, Ms Laurence called back. She wants tosee you tonight at seven."Helen was, understandably unconvinced. "What's the job?" Waitress!" blurted Suzi. "I mean a waiter." Yeah, that's right," I concurred. "Remember I used to be a waiter whenSuzi was small." Fine, but you're gonna have to move fast if you don't want to.