The air is rather warm and humid; it smells of olives, thyme and rosemary. It reminds me of a holiday I spent on a Greek island a long, long time ago.... look up and see that the cypress-lined lane ends in a large circular clearing. At the perimeter of the clearing are low white marble benches, each bench separated from the next by a white marble statue. There's a statue of a man, a warrior, on an armored horse. There's a statue of a satyr, that looks mischievous on his goat legs and that sports. Patty seems to like it.”“I’ll bet she does.” The blonde gave his meaty masculine form a second look. Patty had scored way above her station, she thought. “Uh, come on in! Abel, we have company!” she called out.An average-looking brown-haired young man, looking about the same age as Chrissie, came around the corner, drying his hands with a kitchen towel. “Oh, hey, Patty ... and Fabio?”“Eros.” The men shook hands in a manly way, and Abel gave his hand a pained flex afterward.Soon they were. What’s that twat’s problem!? She thought, blood boiling. He clearly doesn’t wear the trousers in his relationship. With a few deep breaths - to try and clam herself - she headed back toward the café, where Jenna was waiting. When she got there Jenna was sitting at the little plastic table outside, two steaming cups in front of her. Sarah sat, nerves starting to go. “So, what is it? No luck with the dry spell?” Jenna put her right in the deep end. Sarah felt her cheeks redden, and a grin started. Valerie, of course, didn't have one.I figured all this out because I had been waiting for her to go inside before I left. When she didn't go inside, and was obviously arguing with the guards, I told the kids to stay where they were and got out. I walked over to them."Problem?" I asked."Who are you?" asked one of the men, gruffly."I'm just a concerned citizen, who dropped off a Milford Watson employee so she could go to work, and who noticed she's having a hard time going to work." You can.