"I'll give you a ride home, and I'd like to talk to your wife."Why?" To tell her what a saint her husband is. Will she be home when we get there?" May...e, it depends on how it's gone. I sent her a text to say I was held up at work so she might not hurry home."As it happened, they arrived together. Julie could tell in a second that Greg was nervous. "What's your wife's name?" Liz." Julie stepped out of the car and headed straight for Liz as she got out of her taxi. It took a nanosecond of Julie's. "I thought so myself," I replied with a grin that I knew would wind her up."Christ I've never known a man who can fall on his feet due to other people's work better than you, Ian," she hit back angrily."You think finding I'd married a prostitute who was still fucking her pimp and getting beaten up in the process was easy?" I asked.Carly said nothing, though an embarrassed blush slowly formed on her face."Who is Helen?" she finally asked."My legal counsel," I replied. "Why?" Is that all she is?". .. I'd be happy to." "Where did you come up with this 'Kelly' persona of yours? I mean, is she someone I should know, or at the very least recognize? Or, is she someone you just came up with all on your own?" "Basically, I guess you could say that she is, or was, a figment of my imagination. In other words, you could say that she is the girl of my dreams." "Well," Gale teasingly smirked, "by the looks of things, I'd have to say that most of those dreams of yours were: one, rather erotic, in. “Do you know how to cook?” Bev asked looking at the petite woman.“Yes, but only my kind of food,” Trupti said.“I like Indian food. Do you know how to make that spinach dish with the chunks of white stuff in it?” Bev asked.“Yes, I know how to make Saag Paneer,” Trupti answered.“I like that and the flat bread. How about the red chicken?” Liz asked.While the women discussed Indian cuisine, Jack and Melissa were over at the other side of the room having a subdued conversation while keeping an eye.