Brian wanted to sell the large, ugly piece of furniture, but he waited three days before taking the measurements and phoning Mrs. Kelley. She said she...planned to be at home all morning, and Brian promised not to take up too much of her time.He arrived at ten AM, and was surprised when Mrs. Kelley answered the door wearing a short robe; open at the front to reveal the plunging neckline of her nightgown.He knew as soon as he entered the house that there was not a wall that would be suitable for. Mark had worked in Latin America cooking everything from tamales in Mexico, to delicate fish dishes in Lima. He had spent time in Germany and Central Europe making sauerbraten and goulash. In France he had worked in bakeries, and even attended culinary school in Paris. His true culinary love, though, was Italian food, cooking and eating the dishes of his ancestors. And in the end, his most important teacher was his mother, who passed to him the knowledge that generations of his family before. .." Sam started."What!?" Amy interrupted. "Sam, you stay right there. I'll call you back on my cell. I'm on my way. Don't you go anywhere until I get there," Amy ordered.Amy flew out of the house and jumped into her Porsche. "Time to see if you are as fast as your reputation says you are," she said speaking to the car and turning on the ignition. With squealing tires, Amy fishtailed onto the street and headed for the highway. The automatic gates closed behind her but she was long gone before. Without missing a beat, Brin tossed a cushion at him. "Yo, Fred, bring your paunchy self over here and fix my leg," she said, never losing the smirk. Tom came around and knelt by the sofa. He slipped off Brin's running shoe and sock then opened one of the wipes. Taking her foot in his left hand, he used his right hand to clean the wound completely. When it was clear of debris and the little blood was wiped away, he reached for a bandage, tearing it open with his teeth. "Uggh, man tear paper.