I could offer to leave my wedding ring behind as collateral so I could run to the bank. I was kinda freaking out. I sat there for a minute thinking. I...asked “A” if I could call my husband, and he agreed to let me. I called, but no answer...he must be in a meeting. “A” seemed to be growing a little impatient. I threw my offers on the table, and they were not impressed. I got up and started pacing back and forth in the office trying to come up with a solution. After a few minutes of pacing “B”. That attitude helped me survive the war--forever charging in where angelsfeared to tread--but was also responsible for getting me drummed out ofthe service not long after the war was over. Wartime hero, peacetimefuckup, that's me.I sat down at the end of the bar and the bartender didn't make a movebefore a couple of the women--a big brawny one and a cute little slip ofa girl--came up behind me."I think you're in the wrong place, queenie," the big one said in a deepvoice."Free country," I said.. “Hello to you, Rina. Hope you’re well,” he said.“And hello to you, Owen. I can’t say I’m not surprised,” she said.“Hmm, yes, I can imagine,” he said.“You’re having lunch with us?” she said, looking at me not him when she said it.“Yes,” I said, “he’s starving.”After the fact, He had appeared to have actually been hungry: he had three hot dogs; I only had two and the woman one.Done, he and I headed outside to talk under my still inadequate “sunbrella.”“And Sarah wanted to see me why?” I said.. . I grinned tipsily and opened the door to her."Hi!" You called for me? Aaron, is it?" She consulted the calendar in herphone.Aaron? Not me... I vaguely remembered hearing about the name though - Iseemed to remember him moving in down the road."Um... who's asking?" Felicity LaGrande, from Showstopper Escort Services. I'm here tosatisfy a prepaid account. If you're not Aaron-" That's me!" I grinned widely.She smiled."Oh good! I couldn't quite tell what number they said over the phone butcool! I.