"How may I direct your call?" the same voice said, but she was real that time."I need to speak to Miss Porter, it's Rose Seabold," I replied.A few sec...nds passed, then the voice asked, "Could you give me the name of the community where you live?" Farmer's Grove," I replied automatically."One moment please," the voice said.I held on yet again. "Sorry about the phone maze but you would be surprised how my people want to sell me aluminum siding," Sylvia Porter said with a laugh. "So I'm sure this. Hell, the whole ranch knew about it now, except for Wesley, and they had all worked hard together to keep him in the dark. ‘Wh-what ‘cha mean funny?’ he said, clearing his voice a bit and shifting in his seat as he drove, glancing back in the mirror again. ‘I mean… she has this…. glow about her. She’s overly happy. Now this, this… sick… thing.’ He clearly was nervous, but he didn’t seem wise on to uncovering any plan. Lance wanted to die laughing as he caught on to what Wesley was nervous. What I am eating? Actually the issue is what I should be eating, so I suppose this was partly to give me some ideas. Keeping me in shape for when Jenny gets back. If the day should ever come."So how's things, Joe?" She asks. George leans back and sips his wine. We had a merlot. I suppose it might have been a bit too powerful for the meat but it was really good."Well, I'm just back. I guess I'll have to catch up with washing. Put some food in the cupboards, give the house a clean. It's amazing. In fact there was no highway in sight and no buildings either. Well, there were pieces of things that might have been buildings at one time and there were several chunks of concrete with reinforcing steel in it. There were even some other wrecked vehicles around him. He was on the edge of a forest and was looking out onto a meadow with a fairly large stream running through it. From the slanting of the sunlight it was almost mid day.Roger slowly opened the door and stepped from the truck. Damn.