.... One week later:Silkie, sitting with Rachel, at the Doggie Diner in Venice Beach.Rachel: "..............................So, the oncologist tells m..., there's not much a mastectomy can do for me now, since the fucking cancer is in my lymph glands, my liver, all over the place....he still wants to do radiation, chemo, the whole fuckin' deal...................... Silkie, I don't need tears at this point, godammit, cry for me when I'm fuckin' dead..............I'm still alive, I still want to. "I had it all, until the bloody press started to question the financial underpinnings of my empire. Built it all up from scratch, in record time, only to see it all washed away in a few wretched months."Her refined voice was unchanged, but for an instant Sergeant Sheppard could see her as she must have been, a commanding figure in spite of his slight physique, a terror to business rivals and an idol to worshipping sycophants. Looking at him now, his blonde hair pinned in a French braid, wearing. "No, normally I'd let you fend for yourself, but at the moment, I know where the coffee pot is, and you don't," she said with a laugh."Alright, coffee would be good, as long as you get something for yourself. Do we have our own, or do you have to run off to get it?" I asked. I hadn't spotted a pot out in the main room, but that didn't mean there was one."We have a coffee pot and tea kettle, and if you want to use it, you'll have to chip in for the supplies. Your predecessor preferred to have. “What are you even doing here?” “I was looking for your parents when I seen the note on the door. I thought maybe they were having BBQ or something back here. Imagine my surprise when I found their daughter tied up with a boy in-between her legs.” There’s actually laughter in his voice which makes me hate him a little. “Well there not here right now soo…” I trail off and avoid his eyes. “Was that your boyfriend?” Adam asks me. “No, I don’t have one. Reggie and I are just… friends.” Explaining.