Sadie looked into my sad eyes. "I really believe you're good enough to make yourself a career out of your abilities."She had told me this before, so I...almost knew what was coming as she reached for a small card on the bedside table and handed it to me. 'Manon. Discreet service for ladies with taste.' There was a telephone number."It's run by a friend of mine. Ask for Ron Vincent," Sadie whispered, her fingers stroking my belly, as she told me exactly where to find this establishment. "You'll. Even as he took it from her, it began ringing and lit up with Amanda’s name and number. Marcus scowled impatiently as he pressed the button. ‘Yes?’ ‘Oh god Marcus!’ Amanda’s devastated voice whispered down the phone, followed by a high pitched, ‘Where have you been, why haven’t you answered?’ Marcus frowned as he tried to fight down the knot of panic. ”Manda? What’s happened?’ Miranda stood and watched helplessly as the man she had always thought of as strong, and in control – totally fell to. We were close buddies in school. He’s a sales manager for a farm implements dealership.”“I thought you said he’s an engineer,” she replied.“He has a degree in engineering but is making more as a salse manager.”“He did make a point of welcoming me into the family,” she said. “I suppose it won’t kill us to attend. Maybe this will get it out of Mrs Claus’s system.” Andrea manipulated her phone. “I told her we’d come.” Andrea picked Annette out of the cradle. I’ll give her a bath and get her. "I got my first A of High School! Now I get that reward Dad promised! A whole night of miniature golf with dad. I bet I'll beat him, just like last time. We haven't gone in 6 months! Dad's going to be home tonight right mom?”Lena looked at her son and knew she would have to disappoint him. "Oh, Baby, He had to stay a few days longer on his business trip. So your putting will have to be put off." She could see the pain in her son's eyes, of not having the immediate gratification he had.