"I don't usually get as drunk as I was last night, Julie. I hope I didn't misbehave?" It's about Joan, Don. It's... like... she's not a good wife." Th... girl had difficulty in speaking."Why do you say that, Julie?" Don was thoroughly puzzled. What could the girl mean?"She's been... like... unfaithful to you. I'm sorry but I have to tell you. She stole Tom from me and... like... she's cheated on you more than that. She's been with... done it with Reverend Gibson, too," and as the words came out. ." Sorry about that," smiled Wendy."I'm not," he replied."See you kiddo, give my love to Tabitha," said Wendy, as she hugged Rhonda and walked away."She's a very special person," mused Rhonda, still ashamed to face him."That she is. She explained everything. I knew that was an act that night at his apartment, the language and all. It just wasn't you. It was obvious you were making a statement that you wanted me out of your life. My mistake was in thinking that you were trying to get rid of me. Idon't know where you get off accusing me of being some kind of gold-digger. For one, I'm not having sex with him, not that it's any of yourbusiness. For two, I don't know what money you're talking about. Sure,this is an expensive house, but Fogey, Mr. Fogarty that is, lives onSpaghetti-O's and dresses like a slob. I don't think he has any money. And for three, I thought you were coming here to help me with somepersonal matters, but now I'm not sure I want your help."Stone looked her over. And dead men refute no tales.Or something like that.Before the sirens arrived, the monks split, taking the leprechaun's sword with them to be returned to me at a safer time and place. Karl was pretty sure the authorities would want to at least take my weapons into evidence and Alexandrios' sword would match many of the wounds on the bodies left behind.The sirens, as it turned out, were Eoin and everyone he cold beg, bully, or threaten. There were Northern Irish constabulary, Scotland Yard, MI5,.