As the other runners came through the finish line, a message was quickly working its way through the crowd: Lucent had just broken the world record fo... the three mile. The crowd was ecstatic. It poured onto the track, triumphant. The people shared Lucent’s victory. He himself was busy signing autographs. But after five minutes, he saw that the crowd was too thirsty for his autograph and he walked away. He got into his flashy gold GM and sped away. ‘Wow!’ he thought, ‘the world record.’ He. “Sure, run by today some time, I have a light schedule, I can fit you in anytime before two o’clock. I am playing golf at three.” he replied.“Thank you sir, I will do that.” I told him.I went back to my workout, finished up in about an hour, packed up and left the gym, heading home. Ashley was up drinking coffee as I came through the back door, she must have just gotten up.“Hey, you already been to gym huh?” she asked.“Yea, I had already missed three days, I had to go.” I replied.I went to my. She struggled to calm herself, it seemed to take forever for him to pick up. Finally she heard Cathy speak.“Jerry, Ellen Reilly is here, she’d like to know if you heard anything more about Palmer. Yes. Of course. OK, I’ll tell her.” She hung up the phone and looked up at Ellen. “He was on his way back actually and said you should wait in his office. He’s going to make another call to see if there’s an update.”Ellen went into the office and sat down. True to his word, Jerry turned up moments. He beat her an' she didn't have the gumption ta leave 'im. They weren't married, but Jimmy acted like they wuz. I don't know why he wuz lookin' fer her, this time, but ya kin bet it wuzn't fer nothin' good!" Well, I'm glad I was able ta he'p. My compliments ta the cook. Goodbye, ma'am." I'll tell Giuseppe what ya said. He don't often git compliments on his Italian cookin'."I went out the door and started to mount my horse. A voice shouted, "STOP WHERE YA ARE, YA BASTARD! YA CAN'T KILL MY.