"Who's the mole, Mark?" I told you, I can't tell you who 'she' is," he replied, emphasizing the word 'she'.I picked up on the hint, and played around ...ith it in my head. The snitch was a female, but that didn't narrow the list down by much. The only thing I knew for certain was that it wasn't Judge Herns."Okay, I'll work on that. Is your father in his office or will I have to wait?" He's there, with Mr. Marshall and Pete Atkins." Oh, for crying out loud, Mer...Mer...Mark," I responded in. Her only instinct was to cover herself, beyond that, her thoughts were in such turmoil that she couldn’t even begin to think straight. She grabbed the pink night gown from the floor and pulled it over her head and then slipped her arms into the flimsy negligee, trying to regain control over limbs that were shaking so badly that she could barely hold onto the thin fabric. ‘Jessie.’ Luke was standing behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and trying to turn her around. ‘Luke, you don’t. “Where will you go after this?” Chambers wondered aloud.“Further east. I have to get the South on a paying basis. They might not like that, being ordered around by a black man, let alone one with a Latin wife and a white concubine like you, but too fucking bad! By the way, I have it on good authority that we’ll soon be able to take legal vows, you and I. When that happens, I’ll really be hated for polygamy as well, at least by the Bible thumpers still preaching the ‘one man-one woman’ claptrap.. Who wanted me to forfeit my college education to raise children with him, and for whom ‘no I’m ready for children now’ meant I didn’t want a family, ever. Who I discovered screwing my best friend when they thought I was asleep. Whose loud snoring now, and complete disinterest in the sky show, made me tired to my bones. The way I’d been tired for over a year through his unfaithfulness. I needed out, and fast, or I was going to kill myself. Fortunately, there’s nothing like a meteor shower to.