Froggy’s questions frequently seemed to suggest she wanted Simon to be in charge of her.“Yes, in both cases,” Dad said.“I probably won’t do ...hat,” Simon seemed disinterested.“I would rather you check to make sure I have it in then some weirdo, Sir,” Froggy pouted.“You’d still let some weirdo inspect your fudge factory if he wants,” Simon said.“Yes, sir,” Froggy sounded dejected.“You don’t have to let anyone touch your ass. They can just look!” Dad reminded us both that was all that was required. His heavy muscle got plenty of remarks on the streets, and plenty of attention behind closed doors. Carl lurked for the time, as the rain continued to pound the old truck stop. If anyone had spotted him there alone in the shadows, he would have seemed instantly suspicious. Huge, young, black man, street bred and up to no good. Any number of the cars parked out in the lot would have been a good target for theft. Carl steeled himself against the cold, noticing the sea breezes filling his. I was shocked to see that on one of the major cable stations, there was a promo for my silly reality TV show.The voice over was by some gravely voiced dude. I had no idea who he was, or if he was supposed to be someone I should know. "Maxine Stone is a real Private Eye, not some TV show bullshit," he said. "If you want to know what her life is like, take a look at the old web TV shows. They were made of her real life last year. If you already know, then hang on to your hat, because Max is back. ” “Quite so,” Mrs Lewis said pouring over the selection. I squirmed around and watched her pickup a hairbrush, feel its weight, let it drop in to her open palm a couple of times, then try the next one. I supposed I knew then what was going to happen even before Mrs Lewis said, “This seems the heaviest and so we will take this one. Please add the charge to our bill.” “I will madam.” The Manager then left. Mrs Lewis said, “Well Laura, had I thought about it I would have brought a hairbrush.