‘Keep eating,’ Ralph said. ‘You’re getting too thin. So, where’s Danny?’ ‘At Stanford, attending classes. That’s all I know.’ ‘I c...uld take a trip up there, if you like. Find out where he’s living and how he’s doing.’ ‘No, Ralph, but thank you. I don’t want to spy on him the way Steve spied on us.’ Ralph nodded. ‘Of course, but if you change your mind, or you really need to get a hold of him, let me know.’ She smiled, grateful. ‘I will. Thank you. Do you think you can find out how he paid his. "Sunday through to Saturday. Why do you ask, Mr Reynolds?" No reason. Just curious." * Sunday stretched ahead endlessly. Michael's mother visited, bearing the inevitable box of chocolates. He had intended to tell her about the split-up with Tina, but his ex- had got in first."You're well rid of that one, dearie. I'm sure you can do better." But before Mrs Reynolds could provide chapter and verse on what, precisely, 'better' might be, the buxon Nigerian Ward Sister appeared to collect the tea. Honour needed someone she could trust to help her out after the baby was born. Scott couldn't think of anyone better with children, or more trustworthy, than Mrs. Delgado.He left feeling hopeful that he wouldn't be called to testify. Scott drove over to the farm supply store and picked up a new bag of dog food before heading back to the apartment. He parked by the garage, and hefted the big bag over a shoulder."Scott, can you come over and look at something for me?" called Mrs. Monroe from the. ”Cody heard Blake’s disgusted remark and then heard, “Keep your hands off her for a few more hours.”“Ass,” Cody murmured as he placed soft kisses against Bailey’s cheek and jaw.“Douche.”“Pussy,” Cody softly laughed.“Bitch.”“Bastard,” Cody eased Bailey down and then placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose and pulled her behind him as he gripped the door knob. “Go or no go?” Cody asked before he opened the door.“Go” Cody opened the door and kept Bailey behind as they moved towards her black.