As they left Casa Juan, Marilyn asked. "If my parents are home, do you mind stopping by to tell them our news in person?"David replied. "Of course we ...hould tell them in person. I want to share my happiness with everyone, especially your parents."Will continued the thought with, "Of all the people in the solar system, I can't think of two people I would rather tell than your parents. Come on, it is only two blocks, let's go now."With that, the three started out the door of the lobby, turning. I just said that he was well-off, but had hid a lot about himself. I’d already conspired with Cindy not to squeal the whole situation to Mom.I sobbed, “Mom, what should I do? I loved him – I really loved him.”She said, “Do you think he’s unhappy that you’ve told him to ‘f’ off.” I had never heard my mother use a profane word.I shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably. He tried to contact me. Yesterday, he went to my office to try to see me. I guess that means he’s thinking about me.”“And you can’t. “Come on, now.” He took her by the hand and led her down the short hall. Raising his finger, he swiveled around, his bushy grey brows rose and his watery eyes went wide. “I’m afraid I’m a bit drunk. You’ll have to act surprised when he proposes.” She couldn’t do anything but nod. Smiling, he turned back to the hall, chattering away as she wobbled after him. At twenty-two years old, Jenna had no ambitions to lay claim to. A bartender by night, she’d volunteered at the homeless shelter. "In her car, driving down to Burlingame, Laura realized that she was going from one sticky situation right into another. She had not seen Deshona since the night Deshona had showed up drunk at Laura's apartment, after a fight with Charles, her ex-husband. She had passed out, but the next morning she and Laura had attacked one another insatiably. Laura had driven her home only to find Charles's car parked outside.That had been about two months earlier, and Laura had not heard from her since..