"W-would you care for some dinner? I've got..." Later!" he interrupted, "I'd better check on things in the dairy!" And before Sandra had a chance to r...ply, he was gone.Sandra stood stock-still. She didn't really know what kind of greeting she had expected from her husband, but she certainly hadn't anticipated his coldness, indifference. He didn't care what she was thinking or what she felt about his return. He just didn't care! Fear clutched relentlessly at Sandra's pulsing heart. Was she in. Norman picked up his bundles of new toys and paused as she walked away.She stopped after taking a few steps, and turned, "You can't, can you? You can't debase yourself by going home with someone who despises you." I'm coming," he answered as he caught up with her.She led the way as they walked side-by-side through the mall, through Macy's, and out to the parking lot. She led him through the parking lot to her white Subaru. She pressed her fob and the car beeped. He hesitated at the passenger. . and roll?”“You want Taylor to build you a new driveway? What kind of gravel do you want us to use?”“What do you mean?”“Taylor has access to several kinds of aggregate. Each type has differing properties.”“Hell ... I don’t know what kind. What you got?”“Well ... we’re next to a river so we have access to “bank run.” We have “bench, creek, lag, pea, Piedmont, scoria, lava, sedimentary and crushed bedrock.”“What’s Scoria?”“Like pumice.”“Oh Hell, no ... that stuff turns to powder.”“Perhaps I. Trisha breathed a sigh of relief. But the relief was short-lived. Mr. Fortune slowly walked around the desk and pulled another chair up directly in front of Trisha. He placed his hand on Trisha’s thigh and demanded, ?Look at me Miss Johnson! Trisha gradually raised her head from her hands and looked at the principal. Mr. Fortune took his handkerchief from his pocket and gently dried the tears from Trisha’s face. Then he leisurely slid his hand up Trisha’s thigh and under her dress. .