Mike had done the bat flip, which pissed me off. I planted my left foot, used my right to propel me up the face of the fence, and then grabbed the top...of it with my right hand to lever myself up even higher.The crowd had erupted when Mike hit the ball, but the sound level dropped like they collectively held their breath as I went up to get it. If he’d hit it just a touch higher, I would never have gotten it. When I came down, half the ball was hanging out of the glove. It seemed the crowd. " I will. I love you." He clicked the phone off.The reality was pretty far from the truth, he didn't know where Crackleishwas, some Scottish town up here in the Highlands, and miserably he startedto turn the car around. And suddenly, without warning, the enginespluttered and died.Mike twisted the key in the ignition, but nothing - it turned over a fewtimes but nothing else. "Great." He said softly. He would have to call theAA to tow him to Crackleish, picking up his phone only to see the words. You can't hide the whole time that we are there." No, I'm going to be your husbaand." He handed me a wedding band, then went on. "It seems to me, we want to make a good impression, so I thought we could be missionaries." Don't you think when Ivan shows up dead on their doorstep, the cops will look at all the strangers who were here." You would think so, but alas they will just vanish into thin air." Maybe you can vanish, but I can't. I live here." No, no you don't vanish Maxine, Sister Maybell. She'd left it lying out accidentally, unlocked and open. She desperately hoped that nobody had read the pages inside, the little notes about sex, about how she figured a man should feel, about how she wanted to make love to her father (step-father technically). It hadn't been touched so she hoped nobody, especially her father, had seen her dark little secret. Her mind was also on her mother, and how the last few years it'd seemed like the two of them were less lovers, and more roomies now,.