It was only natural toworry about a man when he lived so precarious an existence.Marcia shared Grace's concerns. But she also couldn't help imagining ...hepossibility that one day Ranger Jack might snap. She feared that heharbored a secret well of violence that might one day flood over thebanks of his precarious sanity. She could almost see the headlines:Slaughter at the Blue Cat.Grace poo-pooed her fears. She waved off the man's flailing haranguesagainst the government, the Martians, or whoever. Jack made plans for some modifications to the cockpit coaming to counteract this, but these could wait. After nearly four years of hard work and patience, The ‘Maid’ was in her element at last. As if reflecting the change, things between Beth and Jack were different, too. Jack found himself looking at her surreptitiously whenever he got the opportunity. She had certainly filled out. The skinny arms and legs were shapely and he couldn’t help notice how the front of her canvas sailing smock now. ‘But I’ve got you,’ he said. ‘Not for that, honey.’ She took his hand in both of hers and spoke to him softly. ‘I’m just hear to cook and clean. You need someone to . . . something more. You need to– ‘ ‘How will I reach you if I need you?’ ‘There’s plenty of food in the fridge, your laundry’s all clean. You’re not going to need me, okay?’ He looked unsure. ‘Listen, I’ll leave my cell number on the fridge. Any problems arise, you give me a call. Okay?’ He nodded, clearly not happy about this.. Well, I guess I better start planning my new life as Laura! Joe and little Joe were certainly fun, but a girl's got to look to her future. She would try and find a better man -- a husband with some things in common with her own interests, better educated and making more money, of course. Though with her bank account, she would be secure for the rest of her life. Then she planned to settle down and have the kids she had always wanted as Wilson but had never been blessed with while a male. In the.