”“What’s your name?”“Jones is all I ever been called since I was little. I reckon that’s all the name I got. I know yours is Eli, like you... dad. I heard everyone calling you that.”“Jones, you’ve been hanging around with the wrong people. Just come see Dad next week and work for us on Crow Ridge. You’ll be a lot better off and you’ll have an even chance to make good money working for my dad.”“This is a hundred dollars!” He exclaimed as he looked at the bills in his hand, then up at Little. The house was spotless, just as it always was."Oh no, not at all, I was just ah ... well cleaning, like I told you," she offered, but her explanation seemed forced when she spoke, especially with any real lack of evidence about that that's what she'd been in the middle of actually doing when Dianne arrived.The only room that appeared a little disheveled, if you even wanted to call it that was the den as they entered, though even that was to be expected since it was the one room in the house. 'Natasha's upstairs, she'll be down in a few minutes. Cup of tea?'He perched on a kitchen stool, while she clanked crockery about and fussed over him. At thirty-seven, Alan was ten years older than any guy Sandy had ever dated, indeed she never considered herself interested in substantially older men. But he had a confident charm about him and a playfully wicked streak of humour that she found disarming; the fact that he was tall, trimly built and rather Italian-looking did nothing to detract. Joanne was the first one up on the stage, followed by a half-a-dozen others. He had them hypnotised in short order, then had them doing chicken or dog impressions, It was all very funny; although I did notice that he paid more attention to Jo than to the others; she was the only pretty young girl there. After the show, Jo wanted to go back stage, I wasn't keen but she was adamant."Come in girls, I have been expecting you" he shouted out, in answer to our knock. "You must me be Ann" he said.