Cromwell. This awful legal proceeding." Excuse me," Cromwell said again, "Do I know you? I don't think I remember--"The man interrupted him smoothly. ...Just look at your situation. You're facing both a private suit and a criminal prosecution. Your adversary is a twenty-year-old secretary the judge will love. I understand you've drawn Judge Martha Harris; a competent jurist, but something of a crusader on harassment issues. The case against you is formidable, even though there is no convincing. I was like I don't know, there were a few other guys in the store but no other girls, a few of the guys I think heard us talking about it. I was giving it a little bit of a thought but I told him that I think we should go. So we left we went back to my apartment and after a little bit he left. I was there watching tv by myself again and started thinking about the adult book store. After a little bit said to myself why not go back and look around so I drove back to the adult book store and went. Prudence raised an eyebrow.“Their father,” whispered Mirriam, looking from one twin to the other. “It’s complicated.”Prudence laughed, and then winced at the discomfort that caused. She was now sharing two men with this woman.Christy walked into the diner somewhat hesitantly. So much had happened to her in the last month that she wasn’t quite sure who she was anymore. She had gone from being a woman who didn’t believe in infidelity, to a woman who wasn’t quite sure what she believed. She’d had. “What say you this fine day, my sister?” Anke intoned Naomi that fateful afternoon, breaking away from the monotony of yet another one of Jacob’s interminable consultations with Naomi’s father.Naomi’s freckled cheeks flushed hot flamingo pink, her embarrassment making her look even lovelier. She slightly gulped before shyly giving her reply.“I am well, my sister,” Naomi answered. “I hope you are in fine spirits, too.”Anke and Naomi casually strolled barefoot around the farm. They discussed.