Slamming on the brakes Sarah cursed again. She was never going to get out of here. Better to have just stayed in and spent the afternoon by her Dad’... pool. An old man of maybe sixty limped from under the underpass. A bucket and wiper in his hand. Not another one. She’d already past one loser on the highway and told him were to go. He looked filthy. Disgusting. ‘Clean yo windshield Miss?’ he gasped in a friendly tone. ‘How about you get lost’ she replied scornfully without looking at him. The. Then I said, "Strawberry clock." When Allen went into a trance I told him to forget the conversation we just had and I also told him he should feel guilty about having cheated on me and should try to make it up to me.Chapter 13On Friday I got the fax from Judy. As I read over the list my desire for revenge was tempered a little by the news that Dr. Moore had commit suicide three years earlier. I wondered if his suicide had anything to do with the guilt he felt from what had been done to me. The. I asked if she needed something, and she became tearful. "I locked myself out of my room! Can you help me, please?" I asked her what she'd like me to do. "I don't want to go to the lobby in a towel - can you get me a key?" I said I'd be happy to, but hotels typically don't give keys to other than the key holder. "You'll have to call the Front Desk and give them permission for me to get a key!" I then invited her in to my room.She came in, and I took the ice bucket from her. As she reached out. I found a sturdy stick to pry it open, but by then, she had torn up her boot pretty severely, and her ankle started to hurt as she put weight on it.After being freed, she virtually destroyed that trap, finishing by yanking its anchor out of the ground and throwing it as far as she could. I did not try to contain her; just let her get out her frustrations. She refused my help at first, limping and using that stick as a crutch as we headed back.She finally gave in, “Dad, help?”“Hum, piggyback,”.