IF they are my daughters I have nowhere for them to stay with me.Damned if I know what to do if their not, I mean I've got fourteen years worth of emo...ional investment here. Lisa says they are not mine, and God help me, if she's wrong. God help me if she's right. Ok, God help me period.(Hey, God, are you listening here?)The cab pulled to a stop in front of my apartment as my cell phone began to ring. I looked at my phone and saw Beth's name. I let it ring as I paid the cabbie and got out. As he. I brought the Harley out, wiping it down with a cloth to clean the dust of that had settled on it in the few days it had been sitting. The vibrations from the construction had raised a little dust in the garage, obviously.I got a couple of toots from some of the equipment operators when they saw me riding out. I waved back at them and hit the road.The folks at the Double V were very welcoming. Gus was glad to see the bike and gave it a good long look, but was happy with how I was treating. ”“But it was you - who took three of the men down, before anyone was harmed, isn’t that true?”“Well, it just happened to be me - we didn’t plan it that way.”“You called the leader to the front door by speaking Spanish, didn’t you? I remember reading that in the report too.”“Yes Sir, but though I’m part Mexican, I can only speak enough Spanish to get myself in trouble - if you know what I mean.”“You spoke well enough that day, to get your family out of trouble, is the way I see that.”“Yes Sir, I. We didn’t get breakfast, and I for one am starving.” He looked steadily at Daniel, and said sotto voce, “You can probably tell that the virgin-hold-out didn’t. Now she’s insatiable!”He dodged an elbow and headed for the kitchen, where he began removing large quantities of edibles from the refrigerator. With four pairs of hands working together, it wasn’t long before they sat down to scrambled eggs, grits, bacon, ham, pancakes, juice, fruit, and coffee.“Just a snack to hold us over until lunch,”.