Dow -- but she told me, earlier, about Cummings.”“You and my mother are like a couple of old gossipy women!”“Maybe so. But when we gossip abou... you, it’s because we both love you, and want the best for you.”Sarah had sat quietly through all of this, but now she spoke in her most conciliatory tone. “Peg, we have a guest. Maybe you’re not happy about it, but he’s here, and he’s been invited. This is Marty’s home, too. He can have someone come here and talk to us if he wants to. If you don’t like. It’s just that face of yours that scares everyone off.”And here he goes, getting up and coming over to Hugo’s desk, hips swaying oh-so-purposefully in those skin tight trousers that go against every office dress code ever. Hugo doesn’t mean to gulp. “Then what makes you so brave?” he reaches out his hand to Ellis’s waist and slides it around his back as he gets close enough. “I’m not brave,” Ellis scoffs, even though Hugo would argue otherwise, “I can just tell you’re not as mean as you like to. Thosejanitors had access everywhere. Clenching her hands so tight that her nails painfully dug into herpalms, Gretchen forcing herself to remain calm and in control. In spiteof the strong temptation to lash out, to throw things around herapartment, Gretchen refused to give in to her rage. She refused to loseher self control. She was far too intelligent for that she knew. Takinga deep breath, Gretchen thought about the janitor. No one was going tostand in the way of her lifes work. Of her. She had worried when Jax had told her that Amy probably wasn't the Special One; that the Special One would consent to be called 'child' by her without anger. She admitted he had a point; Amy wouldn't allow that. She'd go ballistic. Yet, she'd accepted it several times already with no anger. How she loved it when she was right! How she loved the pretty girl standing in front of her! She'd do anything for Amma-llia, and for Amy, but the child needed to know exactly what she was asking for, what.