It’s just that I want it all the time and she only wants it some of the time, so half the time I’m chasing her around the house with my pecker sti...king out.” “I’ll lend you my secretary,” Fred said.“Oh wow!”Morgan sounded so enthusiastic that Fred, who had not been serious, frowned. He said, “Maybe that’s not such a good idea, though… both in the same office and all. Word might get out.” “I thought that was too good to be true.”“Tell you what, Morgan… next time we have a night out, we’ll pick. ”“That is true.”“Tina will be in contact with the healer in Grafton. Perhaps Gordy could take Samuel there for a few days in December. Then we will have an outside opinion ... like western doctors. Does that seem feasible?”“Yes.” Patrick handed Tina a card. “Call anytime.” She nodded.“You know,” said Craig, “You were an inter-cultural problem from the first time I met you. I can sense that Samuel will be a bigger one.”“His mother is half-Japanese. Samuel spans three cultures. As does his infant. "Come on."Together, they picked their way towards a middle-aged bear of a man, his barrel chest and hefty beer gut encased in a blue one-piece work suit, heavy boots on his feet. A paper dust mask hung behind his shoulder blades by a thin, flat elastic band around his neck. His eyes widened in recognition, and his scowl changed to a pleased grin as Kostowe drew nearer, threading between cars."Chief! You're a sight for sore eyes!" the huge man boomed. Lenore studied him quickly, surprised that. . just better. If that makes any sense?" I asked,looking between Miss Stevens and Marcus. Both were smiling and noddingsagely."I get it, Josh," Marcus purred."It makes perfect sense to me," Miss Stevens echoed. "It sounds likeMarcus fully agrees with what you say, too, is that fair?" Marcus nodded."In that case, what's the third thing you were worried about, sweetie?" Ipaused, wondering if I could say nothing and get out with only sharingtwo things like Marcus did. The atmosphere didn't feel.