We've got a bid out for some emergency supplies right now. I stopped the line yesterday when you brought these up. The "Nut House," or what some call ...he "House of Bolts," is bringing us a couple thousand sets, but that's going to screw up our cost. We need them to keep the line going though. We also ordered five hundred sets for the warranty trucks and the shop. That should hold us until we get the correct spec product. I don't see how we could get this bad a batch as the bid price wasn't that. I wish I'd been able to provide better for you. I wish I'd been a better mother. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."Jackie's jaw dropped. "Forgive - you? You want me to forgive you?" Her head spun. She tried to digest all that her mother had said and failed. Jackie lurched from her chair and raced from the house, trying to escape before her mother could see the tears on her own cheeks.*****Jackie stared into her empty beer glass, tears still seeping from her eyes. She couldn't. Grabbing her water bottle off the kitchen work top, Binky left her apartment fully geared up to run out her sexual frustration. Reaching the local country park in record time, Binky picked up her running pace, her trainers pounding against the stone laden path. She reached the lake and stopped momentarily to take in the natural beauty that surrounded her. The swans dipped their heads under the water searching for food and Binky wondered how swans could actually live with having just one. ’ The nurse said as she reentered the room, and handed her two small pills. ‘Uh, who’s Allison?’ Caroline asked, and looked surprised when the nurse gave her a worried look. ‘You are Allison.’ The nurse said, then handing Caroline the medical clipboard from the bed. ‘Allison Gordon.’ Caroline read the clipboard for a moment. Allison Gordon, who had been injured in a car accident, born the same day as Caroline. Caroline felt confused, she didn’t know anything about an Allison, or why she was.