When we sat down and put things back together I made it absolutely clear that Eddie Wooters was persona non grata. I told you that if you so much as e...en looked in his direction and I found out you would be history. I got a phone call from a friend and was told that you were sitting with him in a place called Gina's." Jesus fucking Christ Bobby. Is that all this is? Why the fuck didn't you talk to me when I called? I could have explained it and save all this bother. I got a call from Eddie. "Chance felt the same way about Molly as she felt about him, so he tried to defend HER."I helped Dad a couple of times." he said."And I saw what you showed us about prepping." said Molly, her chin still stuck out. She was in offensive mode now and spoke without thinking. "And Megan and Bobby told us what happened to them. It's only natural to get excited!" And what... exactly... did Bobby and Megan tell you?" asked Rudy, his voice flat.Megan couldn't take it. "YOU guys did it!" she yelled. "And. "Hello! Please come in." She stood about five foot seven inches tall, slender in frame. Clearly older, perhaps in her early forties, but either through diet or exercise (probably both) kept herself slim. She wore a flowing shift dress which set lightly upon her shoulders and opened to modest cleavage. A rope belt cinched it around her waist. She flipped back her nearly-shoulder length hair and stood aside as the three high schoolers went inside."Now Drew I know," the woman said," but you two. She's unclassified." What's that mean?" She doesn't fit into that 'freshman-sophomore-junior-senior' thing. Not at school. And not at work." Work? The girl's fifteen." Sixteen now, actually, and she does data entry and reality-checking on our coordination studies and she's getting a federal stipend for research work." No shit?" Seriously. Beats stacking panties at Wal-Mart for a college job." So I can put you down as a 'yes' then?" Yes. When do you want a meeting?" It's Monday. Can we do.