She's afraid of what I could do, he thought, somewhat hurt. He kept the knowledge to himself, though, and moved from the bed with deliberate sluggish...ess."You could check the wardrobe," she said. "There might be something in there."He did, and found jeans and a white shirt that definitely looked like they had been made for him. They could have been, though Simon doubted Claude was wealthy enough to own a forge.He walked haltingly to the bathroom; every part of him seemed to be sore.When he. " He said trying to sound all lawyer like."What kind of stipulations?" I eyed him suspiciously."Well," he paused, "you gonna be taking my young'en and I be gonna wan'ta see her least once a munth, cause I gonna miss her so much. Yer kin fetch her back here or'in yer kin pay fer the Trailways bus ta take me ta yer place."I figured that I only lived about an hour away and his request was a reasonable one, but I wasn't stupid enough to believe that he was requesting these meetings out of love for. That I'd done something to hurt my lady had me boiling mad—at myself.Beth wrapped her arms around me and was soon rocking back and forth, almost as if she was trying to calm a small child, and in a way I guess she was."Tommy, let's go to bed," she whispered.When I crawled into bed and snuggled up behind Beth she wrapped her arm around mine, holding my hand to her breast. "Tommy, quit beating yourself up," she whispered. "I didn't have to let you use that drawing you know."That helped ... a. Sunday was another shopping day. First, we went back to the same lingerie store in Water Tower Place. This time, we purchased lingerie for me. A stop at the MAC store netted makeup 'essentials' — about two shopping bags' worth. Dianna promised she would have me a genuine makeup artist by the time of the fashion show. Who better to teach me than a showgirl who had appeared on stages all over the Midwest since age sixteen?Our next stop was the furniture store from which I had furnished my condo..