"Frank, I'm so glad you had dinner with us. I was hoping that someday we would get a chance to know each other better." "Me too, Jan. I really enjoyed...myself tonight. Thank you for taking pity on me and inviting me to join you and Jennifer. It was just what I needed after today's crazy developments." "Is it the trouble with your wife, Frank? I don't mean to pry, but have you decided on what you are going to do?" "No, you aren't prying. I was preparing to have my attorney file the necessary. He tied hard to break Anna out of her beliefs toward sex even tho watching porn seemed to excite her but didn’t have the effect he hoped for.They had hosted a party over the weekend and when Charles woke Monday morning, his head was pounding. He called in sick and searched for aspirin as a relief. Anna had left to visit a friend as Charles searched the cabinets for his medicinal relief. He then remembered Anna kept special migraine tablets in her lingerie drawer. He checked and found the. It wasn’t her anyway. She never looked like that. Maureen kept staring at the face in the picture. She was tired. She wanted to go to bed. Sitting on the sofa with her mother looking at old pictures of some sick little girl wasn’t what she wanted to do. That wasn’t her in the picture. That couldn’t be her. Maureen didn’t want to do this any more. She looked at her mother. Andrea had her special warm loving expression on, the expression she always evinced when something real sad or real bad was. " Then what? I'd understand if you hate me, and that makes you want me gone. But-" Answer me a question," she said abruptly. "Just one, okay?" She leaned in the gap, watching his face intently. "Henry said you wanted to 'fuck' me since the beginning. Was that true?"Simon groaned inwardly." ... yes," he finally replied. He had to shove his foot in the gap to keep her from slamming the door. "Wait- Renee, goddamnit, not like that. I wasn't going to do anything-" He stopped, belatedly realizing he.