Megan is ill." Oh, poor Megan," Sally said. "Nothing serious, I hope." No, I'm sure she'll be better tomorrow. In case anyone needs me, they can call ...y cell or send me an email." After the usual pleasantries, Greg hung up and dialed Megan's office. He left a message on the voice mail, identifying himself and saying that Megan wouldn't be at work today. Then he turned his attention to the pile of scripts in front of him.Greg got through five scripts and two pots of coffee. He stood up,. She finally broke the moment by looking down at her lap, it was only then he saw the gash along her temple and upper cheek. His first thought was to reach out and caress, comfort, but he couldn’t. ‘Alice’ she said. He knew what she meant, but he asked her to repeat it anyway, she spoke it, she sang it, it was right. ‘My name is Alice, and you?’ she asked ‘Richard.’ was all he could manage. ‘Richard, would you take me some place far away if I asked you?’, her voice was heady sweet, it. *Still,* she thought, *June Allyson would be proud,even if this look is a bit dated for 1955. Of course, Bob's boss is abit dated, too.* "Honey, can you help me with these cufflinks?" her husband askedas he followed her toward the door. "We do need to get a move on." "In a minute," Deana promised as she opened the door. A lonechild was standing there, a slim little redhead with deep blue eyesthat looked huge in the dim light. Deana lowered herself carefully to the child's level,. He used to serve as a sort of "watchman" for the original owners. Kept an eye on the place. Helped them out a bit. He's a seventies-era Hells Angel with a burned out brain! Drugs! Living on disability. I couldn't kick him out. Maybe he'll help me now and then." Whatever you do, stay away from him! I fear he could be dangerous!" said the mother. "Oh, he's never bothered anyone," Jerrold said. "But your Mom is right. Stay away from him. A beautiful young woman like you..."And Valerie was.