" He has not," Natalia said angrily, "if anything fucking Richard, Janet and me three to four times a day has left him a little thinner." I have quest...on," Don said trying to get back to their information hunt, "how did you two know that Harris and Crawford's guns were full of nothing but empty shells?" Because we substituted the real ones and we knew there was no way they could have replaced them yet," Caitlin said smiling."You replaced them," Lana said shocked, "where?" At that last rest spot. “There was a maid, very sweet, quiet. It took me forever to get her to talk to me. I just wanted a friend, someone I could talk to in the evenings and on my Sundays off. We became quite close; I began to teach her to read. She had such a lovely speaking voice. One night, after checking on one of the children who was suffering a fever, I heard noises from the hall linen closet. I opened it…and lo and behold, there she was with the valet. I was…so angry. I threatened to tell my employer and sent. Anyway, though the day just seemed to drag on and on, finally I was able to shut down my computer and head for the exit. Thankfully I didn’t run into Mike the entire day. I grabbed a quick bite to eat at a nearby deli and made it to the Carousel by just after 6pm. Although the club basically opened before noon, apparently it really didn’t get busy until nine or ten o’clock each night, so I was able to slip in without facing the big guy at the door. I wondered what Mike had said to get is in so. He was drinking a beer and watching what looked like CNN on the television. “What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this,” I asked as I sat down to his left. “Well, hello my beauty, how was your drive here?” This started a conversation about the weather of the local area where we live and how he missed last weeks storms as he was in Wisconsin and Chicago most of that week. Instead of eating, we just had a couple of drinks and talked about our lives. I shared stories of my children’s.