What will you do to me?” I said it in a little girl voice as I moved into his arms.“Love you long and hard.” His voice was emotional.“That sou...ds really good to me. I believe I will like that.” I smiled at him.We embraced each other and kissed lightly. I said, “Let’s get some breakfast going.”He let me go and I turned for the kitchen. When I got there, I stopped at the counter and he moved behind me and put his arms around me in a polite manner. I took his top hand and placed it on my breast. I. He was very deft at dodging her somewhat clumsy advances. They reminded me of myself just a little too much for comfort. I am sure he could have played me off just as easily if he had wanted to, but he had not. He took opportunities when she spoke to smile at me with what appeared to me a mixture of warm longing and happiness. I found that it echoed my own feelings about him.At long last, my friend finally ran out of steam and made her exit, suggesting that we all get together for something fun. He couldn't do anything else." You knew she was coming back home, you could have said something to warn her she'd lose her money." I honestly didn't remember the terms of the will. I wasn't even thinking about Brenda." You could give her your money." Why should I?" So I would come with you tomorrow." Too expensive for me. How about if I just give you a few hundred when I'm done, and you can give that money to her?"I had the phone out, away from my ear, but I still heard the noise of her. I’ve also lent money to my friend Katy O’Connor, who runs a bed-and-breakfast in Vermont, and to Jackie Phelan, who runs an architectural firm here in Chicago. All on the up-and-up.”“Let me run a few names by you,” Agent O’Toole said.“Sure.”“Frank Calabrese, his brother, Nick, and two sons, Frank and Kurt. Ever hear of them?”“I think I’ve heard that family name before, but I can’t remember where. It might have been the newspaper.”“Sorry for jumping around, but back to Littleton. Do you have any.