Actually it was a Venti Java Chip Frapachino. That is my favorite drink. The girls at the store start making me one as soon as I walk in the front doo.... I guess I’m a creature of habit. I do get a few dirty looks from people waiting in line when one of the girls walks down the line and hands me my drink with a pleasant, ‘Good Morning Mr. Mitchell. Of course the tip may help. It was a typical Hawaiian day, not a cloud in the sky, the temperature was in the mid 70’s, and the breeze was mild. He would drink it with great joy.When she reached the fence, Darlene scanned the Anderson's double wide trailer. It was impossible to see inside, but she put her foot on the bottom rung of the split rail fence and lifted her other leg over the top rail anyway. If there had ever been a time to turn back, to come to her senses and go call her counselor, it had passed.The potential of being caught only added to the pressure building in the center of her body. Darlene crept along the back of the. “OK. Enjoy your walks,” she said. “Eh? I thought you didn’t speak English?” I said. “Well, I speak a little, only. I know some words.” “What fruit are you picking?” I asked. “Oh… ummm.. The English…?” “They’re figs Danny!” Said Laura as if I was an imbecile. “Oh ha ha… I didn’t even know they were edible!” I exclaimed. Laura said something to the girl, who took off her sun hat, revealing unusually light brown eyes. She said something in Italian and Laura said she was picking them for her Mother. I wonder what she would think if she knew what really happened last night? Prinz pondered. "What time is Mrs. Golden due?" he asked and picked an imaginary piece of lint from his lapel.Turning the pages of the appointment book, Karen cleared her throat and replied, "You have her scheduled for ten-thirty... her daughter at eleven," and she looked up as though seeking his approval."Fine... send her in as soon as she arrives--young Miss Golden can wait a few minutes," he instructed her and turned.