" Do you want his driver's license and social security numbers?"Reaching into his back pocket, Jack took out his wallet and placed it open in front of...her so that she could see his license."I do if I want to live."She giggled and read him Jack's name and numbers. She then said, "Tell Myra I want my usual table this evening. We'll be there around seven." That'll please her. Talk to you later." I'm glad they watch over you," Jack commented as she closed the phone and placed it on the table."Me,. In my fantasies she was lesbian and I was still thinking about the apartment, wondering whether it proved anything on that point. Either way, it was hard to imagine that she didn't have someone in her life. Who wouldn't love her? We worked.We finished, pretty much, after two more cups of tea each. Visiting her bathroom I'd glanced at a bit more of her apartment and still saw no clue. "You don't have to rush off," she said when I was done. "We've worked hard. I don't know what I'd have done. He was most likely retired back to his home in South America. Nobody had to die, because they only knew the owner of the franchise, and he was in the wind. So everybody rolled on him and nobody really cared that they did.I expected word to get out concerning who gave them up, but nobody would really care. The dope they lost was just a cost of doing business. The employees belonged to the franchisee, so they would be replaced. Well when the new franchise holder blew into town anyway. I knew how. “ I smiled at him and turned to leave, heading towards the carport door and just before I opened it, I yelled out to him. “I’ll be right back!” I shut the door and headed for the car. I got to the end of my driveway and realized that I forgot my phone and I have to admit that I would have driven the 10 th of mile back in reverse but I don’t do reverse very well so I got out and jogged back to the house. Entering the carport door, I headed up stairs knowing my phone was on the hallway stand. I.