She said, “Pass the pancakes.”“They’re right in front of you,” observed Bill as he pushed the margarine in her direction. He watched his fat...er push the maple syrup in her direction as well.“Oh! All right!” she exclaimed as she pulled the plate closer. She raised an eyebrow on seeing the margarine and the fake syrup, but didn’t bother to comment. It followed that if they didn’t have cream for coffee, they wouldn’t use real butter and maple syrup.Jerry got up and fetched the coffeepot. Returning. "None of this was her fault. It was all, my fault." Don't get silly Mr. Carlisle," she smiled. "How was any of this your fault?" Kerrie loves me," I began. "She called me and asked me to come home and I was so giddy about it that I didn't pay any attention to my surroundings or the people around me. I spoke to that bastard in the elevator. I didn't pay him any attention. He didn't live in our building. I'd never seen him before. I should have been more suspicious. It's funny to me how stupid I. "Just remember, she's a demure teenage girl and not a little sexpot like you," Esther warned. "I don't want you dressing her like a slut."Bambi looked hurt and put her arm around my shoulder."I know that," she said. "Don't worry about a thing. I'll take care of my little 'Lisa'."I did something that I wouldn't have done as a man. I smiled and kissed Bambi on the cheeks."Thanks, sis... we'll have fun together," I said.Eveline rolled her eyes, but Esther smiled at us."Hmmm," Elliott said. "I hate. With a bit of luck his clothes were at the bottom of the river, where they would stay.Then there was the lucid dream. It was so real, and exciting. Strange that he had become Maria the manageress from the bookshop, transforming himself into her and even incorporating the drowning into her life - weird. He also cringed at the time he had bumped into her on the landing where Jayne lived and worked. He didn't think Maria knew him though - and he couldn't really tell anyone about the hallucination.