.. Lovely to see you. What are your plans?”“What are yours?”“I’ve got nothing going on right now.”“Maybe we can make deal? You drive me ...o the shops, I cook for you?”“Cook for me? It’s your day off! We could just go out to eat.”She gave a wry laugh.“Non. C’est l’Arabie Saoudite. We can’t have dinner. We are not family. We can’t just sit in a restaurant when we are not married. The Mutawa, they will come and beat us.”“Who?!”“Mutawa. La police religieuse. They check.”“You’re kidding.”A policeman. " You didn't answer my question."She eyed me. "Mack, he told you, did he not? I am late, so Mack sent me here for jou."I fished a hunk of pizza off the plate, glancing around at the other balconies. "So you're here for me -- what for?"Elena eyed me for a bit, then said softly. "Maybe for jou to see if I'm safe on my back?"I chuckled. "Maybe I'll see if you're safe on your front." Hokay." She eyed me, very tentative.There ensued a period devoted to the absorption of pizza and beer. The sun was. ‘Good idea, slut. I want to talk to Amy anyway,’ he said. So as Lisa went upstairs to change, Amy and Mr. Roberts went into the living room to talk. He took his seat in his recliner while Amy stood in front of him waiting for whatever he had in mind. ‘Kneel,’ he said simply. Amy knelt down in front of him as ordered. ‘Now then I am sure you are wondering what I have in store for you – what I am going to make you do to make up for your crime. That IS what you have been worried about isn’t it. ”“Thanks, Caroline.” I stood and left.I got back to the apartment just as my grandmother was pulling into the driveway with some mulch and fertilizer in the back of Grandpa’s pickup truck. “Grim, what are you doing home so early?”“They need to process the final paperwork and didn’t need me to file anything.”“Well, good! You’re just in time to help unload this and spread it around the garden.”I grabbed for my phone. “Sorry, Grandma, they’re calling me back in!”“Nice try! Change your clothes and.