I went to my bedroom and undressed. It wasn't until I was about to put my cell phone on the charger that I saw that there was a message from Gregg.I c...lled him back as soon as I saw the message. He asked if Kat had started supper yet. I told him that she was just about to.He said, "Let's go out tonight. We can go to Ken's steakhouse and then swing by and visit Paul. He invited us over to see some of the DVD's they've collected."I told him we'd be ready when he got home and hurried out to stop. It was rather hot in the cell. Then the door of the cell did open.A kind of priest did come in. He presented himself as Haji Rezaii and that he was a religious judge of the small town of Neka. He did inform her that she was about to be put on trial along with another cartoonist they too had abducted.He also informed her that she was free to call the Danish embassy in order to get a lawyer and that she properly did have a need for a good defense because her crime was to serious that she would be. “See you don’t even remember how many, let me take you home. I’m sure if we tell the owner. He will allow you to leave your car parked here.” Reluctantly, I got up still craving his massage. Before he could object, I walked away looking for Jim, the manager of the bar. We had known Jim almost our whole lives so I knew this would not be an issue. While I searched, I thought about the feelings that Nathaniel invoked from his kind gesture. Was that a result from the alcohol? Considering I had. We weren't paying any attention to him."We went to your parents' house and... talked."Jen dropped the slice of toast she had been buttering. "Where did you... talk?" she asked, picking up the toast."Don't you mean, what did we talk about?"She dropped the toast again and glanced in the direction of the newspaper Ed was holding in front of him. "No, I don't give a damn what you talked about. Where did you have this talk?" Oh, where in the house did we talk? I understand now. We lay on the bed in.