Keen to tell him about the adventures of the day. His wife, two months pregnant was more sedate. That night he agonised over whether to tell his wife ...bout the meeting, or even if he should invite her along.Mick had decided to completely forget about her and the date. But as Thursday got ever closer it was ever harder.Thursday arrived and much to his shame, Mick found himself phoning home. A conveniently late meeting, he would be home late. On his way to her house he stopped off at a nearby. When Dawn got to the bus stop, and announced she had to cancel, we both stood there like the immature guys we were until we eventually chickened out and my friend went home. Pissed off and knowing there was no way I could go on my own, I also turned for home.Letting myself into the house I could hear moans coming from the main room, on the floor in the hallway was Dawn’s tank top and a bra, with her shoes kicked to one side. I got really angry, she had pulled out of our trip, just to spend time. He did. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to prove that he was a lot stronger than she was."It's just Kennedy," she'd told him. "I'm not a Miss."Mr. Glastonbury had smiled at her. "It is either Miss or Ms. I'm not very fond of the latter; it sounds rude. Miss Kennedy, our names no more go naked into the world than we do."He had a British accent, like the butler of Family Affair, she thought. That was kind of cool!Mr. Glastonbury turned to her stepfather. "Thank you, Mr. Stuyvesant, I'll. “You and I are going to find out who did this.”Larry smiled.“You really mean that?”Suzanne nodded. “I do.”“Good. Louise?”Larry stood up and extended his hand. Louise took it and Larry pulled her up into a hug and kissed her.“Shall we, my dear?”She laughed.“Yes.”They turned and headed to the door. Right before they reached it, Louise turned back to Suzanne, still sitting at the breakfast table.“Coming, Detective?”Suzanne shrugged her shoulders. Laughed. The Tylenol was working and her hangover.