She sipped, and set her glass down beside mine on the cherry wood cocktail table. The living room was bright, mostly white, giving the place a celesti...l ambience. It suited her. "I really like you, Alan," she continued. "And she was giggling because I talk about how much I want you to ask me out, but . . . you never seemed to take the chance, even when I throw myself at you. I was almost tempted to ask you out myself." I felt my brow wrinkle, looking pleasantly surprised, and. I decided that I had to call Donna. Donna always seemed to be in control. Rob was the oldest and the male, but he had no problem letting Donna call most of the shots."Donna. It's Dad." Are you still at the house?" No. I am on my way to a motel right now. I had to tell your mother what was going on, but not why. I think it is best if you guys find some place to stay tonight. Can you contact Rob?" No problem. Darcy and I are going to stay with Betsy Cooper. I am not sure what Rob has planned, but. She had trouble concentrating on her work all day and when people began leaving at five she lingered at her desk, pretending to work. Everyone else was gone by six and she had said she would lock up, that she had something she was working on. In reality she was entirely too nervous to actually get any work done. Instead she jumped from one thing to another, accomplishing nothing, really. At a quarter to seven she went down the street to get some supper, but was hardly able to eat at all. She. Frank’s dad owned a few car dealerships around the Bay Area and had made some money along the way dealing narcotics, but I think the old man had always assumed little Frank would take over the family business one day. Well, dad died one day too soon and little Frank had an epiphany: he was suddenly quite a wealthy man. Matter of fact, he was rich as hell, and discovered he really didn’t really care about cars or racing — or even strippers. He looked at FedEx and UPS and was pretty sure he could.