Everything was coming back to me now. I remembered what Jean hadtold me about Mark and how hurt I felt. I couldn't explain it but I feltthat I had als... hurt Tammy. I had let her down as her husband. She fellin love with another man and it was my fault.I held Tammy close to me as she nudged her face next to mine. She rubbedher fingers against my cheek feeling how smooth my skin had become. Oureyes met and we starred at each other as she stroked my cheek."Tammy. Have I disappointed you the way. "Get in touch with Vlad. Tell him he owes me and it's time to pay up. Then explain what happened." I suggested half asleep."Okay, by the way I am your power of attorney so they called me to ask what to do with the bike." Jen said."Who called you?" I asked."The office girl at the Wilcox Towing and Storage yard out at West End. The cops had your bike towed and he got the call. So what do we do with it." How bad is it?" I asked"According to the old man who runs the storage yard, it is scratched up. “Oh don’t worry about it, if your mother hadn’t told me what you look like when I talked to her last night, and that you were coming to pick me up, then who knows what might had happened . After she recovered from the most embarrassing episode of her life, the two collected Dave’s bags and headed back to Anita’s house. On the forty-five minute ride home Anita filled her uncle in on all the family’s gossip. However, Dave barely heard a word she had said. The only thing that was on Dave’s mind. “Colin, did that just happen?”“Yes, Nancy, it did. How did it feel?”“Amazing, but...” I interrupted her.“No buts. Not tonight. Just sleep. We’ll talk in the morning. You’ve stayed here before, you know the drill. Nancy...” I kissed her on the lips. She swooned a bit, then rolled toward me while I rubbed her arm and she went to sleep. She was only thirteen years older than me. She had Connie very, very young. She was what, forty-eight? Forty-nine? I’m thinking, around that, and if she could lose.