Claire started to sob, scared of what was going to happen.“What do you mean, Claire’s gone?”“She isn’t here Jon, we’ve looked everywhere. ...he just isn’t here!”“Shit! OK leave it with me, I’ve got an idea. I’ll call you back in a minute.”Turning to Danny, “Sorry Danny, I need you to go to the clubhouse and help get things ready for when your dad gets back. I need to do some things here that you can’t be part off.” Danny saw the look on Jon’s face and didn’t argue. He just got up and left.Jon. "Christine clenched her jaw and made a thin line of her full lips. Her nostrils flared slightly. "Don't you toy with me, you young slut, or I'll..."Robin looked at her mother levelly. "Yes, Mommy?" Her lip curled slightly. "Whatever you're thinking of doing if I disobey you, are you sure it would be all right with Daddy?" Don't you dare mention your father's name in context like this," Christine flared."Why not, Mommy? Does it make you feel guilty?" Guilty? Me? What on earth are you talking. That doesn't even come close to the magic of sitting in history while discovering that, yes indeed, a minor adjustment to a foot or a slight movement of a hand, she could top the wind-swept heights and climb between sun-split clouds ... look down on green dappled fields and meandering ribbons of rivers ... sun-spackled lakes in east Tennessee with tiny dots of sail chasing their own mysteries. As they fled north the color of the clouds changed from golden silver to heavy grey ... the green. Suddenly, Jill stepped out from near the bar in front of us.“Amy! Oh my god, there you are! Let’s do a shot! Who is this?” She yelled.She was clearly hammered. How much had she had to drink while I was dancing? She stumbled and lost her balance into me. I caught her and helped her regain her balance. Greg gently tugged my hand, reminding me where we were on our way to. I was torn - on one hand, I really, really wanted to fool around with Greg. On the other, I felt I couldn’t leave Jill like.