”“Have you considered home schooling?”“I’ve debated it. It would be easier, given how often we move, but I wanted to give her a chance to ma...e friends. That’s clearly not working.” She paused, glancing over her shoulder. “What do you want me to tell them?”“Just that I want to see the photos. I’ll decide whether they’re ready for the next stage and offer suggestions, but they still have a ways to go before I’ll consider anything else.”She shrugged, handing him a newspaper clipping. “Everyone is. They coulda went there I guess.”“You got a description of this Jimmy?”“Ya, he’s almost as tall as Big Lou is, I mean was. About 6’4 but he’s not as heavy as Lou. Got long dark hair down to his shoulders like some kind of hippy. Oh, and Detective he’s always packin. Usually carries a Glock 9MM.”“C’mon Matt, maybe we’ll get lucky and keep ole Jimmy alive another night or keep him from killing someone,” Judy said and headed toward the door in a hurry.On the way to the warehouse, Matt got a phone. Mary cooed and said all the appropriate things. Rob just looked at Patrick. "Are you OK?" he asked."Better than I expected. A bit sore. And my abdomen feels funny. And I have to pee a lot. But I feel great and Pat hardly makes a peep." Can grandpa hold him?" Wait till he's done with lunch and gets burped." It didn't take long. Weena handed him to Rob, tucked herself in and smiled. I took a picture of Rob and Patrick."Pat?" I asked."Why not?" I was going to use 'Rick'." Go ahead." Won't he get. The next morning, we are sitting in the jet just after takeoff, Marsha starts looking a bit green and heads for the bathroom and barfs up her breakfast, I’m right there with her, she looks at me and says must just be motion sickness. I say you didn’t get air sick the last time we flew. Marsha says just to be sure let me call Dotty and see if she is working today. Dotty was working we arranged to meet her at the hospital when we landed. Three hours later I’m sitting in the waiting room at the.