I might need it. Thank you, my dear, I'm most indebted to you, Kelly. Thank you, my dear. Oh, you need my room number, don't you?" "No, it's 406, how ...ould I forget your room number, Mister Weber? I'll get these things right up to you." I quickly gathered the pencils and pads, ran him a new key and took them up to the fourth floor. He answered, invited me in and we chatted a few more minutes, each side with a few flirting comments sprinkled in here and there and I was soon back at my reception. We’d had to pick up the pace since I cut the deal with Grease and Angel a few years ago. The tips alone made it worth ten times the trouble it took. A lot of the locals attended, and wandering tourists would pay the party fee and join in. When she was in, Spooky looked forward to the Friday bonfires; they were the kind of fun and friendship she’d never had as a kid. She’d been a wallflower at first, not believing things like this could exist. And when Spooky wanted to be a wallflower, she was. I got the directions to the cabin and told Sandy we were all set for this weekend. So we told our parents that we were going shopping all day on Saturday and probably wouldn't be home until later in the evening. Since Sandy was going to be with me my parents had no problem with us being gone all day. So early that Saturday morning we left home and started to Mr Millers cabin. We arrived around nine Mr. Miller answered the door smiling until he saw my sister Standing off to the side , his. Do you prefer it healthy plain, or would you like it alittle decadent?" I asked."Oh, decadent," she said.I bent over again, and got a sauce pan out of the bottom cabinet."My ass is no longer nice?" I asked."I wasn't looking. Sorry!" she said. She was rummaging in her gym bag,which was open on the table.I mixed the Quinoa and coconut milk, added a few pitted cherries that Ihalved, and put it, covered on the stove. I grabbed a pot holder andpulled the iron skillet out of the stove. I dumped some.