Marilyn looked so tired. I think she's lost twenty pounds and you remember her. She didn't have much extra fat before then. Now you can see her ribs. ...rica and I dragged her to Piggy's for some of their sloppy grease burgers. You could tell that Marilyn hadn't been eating well, she finished off four before finally saying she couldn't eat another bite. I worry about her. She's pushing herself so hard and doesn't appear to have any support network. From what she said, her father has effectively. We had plenty of food and fueland an evening of fun to look forward to.Preparations for Christmas Eve had been made earlier in parallel with theparty preparations. Food was abundant and the fire was soon roaring inthe grate. The children, Elizabeth and I played scrabble as we knelt onthe rug beside the fire.It was an enjoyable intellectual game with scores weighted by thechildren's ages. Beatrice won most games whilst Martina came second. "Nevertheless, they're bright little kids," declared. . help me with that?" she asked quietly."Of course. I had fun helping you last time," Melissa assured, a knowing look in her eyes.I felt out of place. Like I was intruding. I didn't really want to know which guy Melissa thought she could set my sister up with either. The less I knew the better, as far as I was concerned."Um, right. I'll leave you girls to it," I said, standing up."You really don't have to leave," Melissa said, looking up at me."No. I've got to go talk to some people. You and. "I'm J. Edgar Hoover. Please be seated."He knew who I really was!! How the hell did J. Edgar Hoover know who Iwas?!"The surgeons who worked on you after you were shot respected client-patient privilege," he said, as if reading my mind, "but I had an agentbreak in and photograph their records." Isn't that illegal?" I said."Yes, but I'm the head of the FBI. Who do you imagine would hold me toaccount?" OK, but why are you interested in me?" I'm interested in all the 'extra-legals' who are.