I told her to calm down and think about where it might be. We figured out that she must have left it at the grocery store. I remember when it happened...to me, how panicked I was. So I gave her twenty five dollars. She asked me for my address so that she could pay me back. I told her to forget it, and went about my business.I know, first hand, how she was feeling. Some years ago, about a month after my husband and I separated, a similar situation happened to me. My life was a chaotic mess at that. I ran out of there and away from Miranda as fast as I could. I went to the rest rooms and locked myself in one of the stalls. I figured nobody, not even Miranda would find me there. I was going through my thoughts and feelings about everything in the past few days and even the years that I could remember about Val. My thoughts ended up on Val and that special picture of her that I was thankful was in one of the good containers and not in the camera, when I heard two guys talking."You notice how. They were both red, sweatingand screaming. Patel was getting pissed. “Hold still you fucking Bitch.” Patel yelled.“Get off me you Fat Fucking Asshole.”Patel had enough. He let go of her ass with one hand and with his fullforce slapped her ass with resounding thump. Again, Again. Her ass reddened as let go with a barrage of slaps.“Dad, stop him, stop him Please. “ “AHHHHHHHHHHHH.”“Stop you fucking Bastard.” Screamed Kelsey sounding more desperate. “Daddy please help me, Dad.”My little slut. “Fine ... I’ll ride in the gawddamn chair.”After a wonderful supper – almost the equal of Dunston’s back home, they were driven to what looked to have been an old high school gymnasium, with numerous additions built on.Once inside, they sat at the bar, and Harry noticed there weren’t any attendees other than the Court.“Master Dunham,” he said, “did you reserve the whole theater?”“Given the size of our group, it made sense,” Master Dunham replied. “Not that our group, and regular patrons,.