I grabbed the phone and called my agent's office. I knew that she would answer. She always does.'Hi, is Ron in,' I asked her knowing just what her res...onse would be.'No he is gone until Wednesday,' she told me. That figures the asshole never seems to be at work...'I have some papers to drop off. How long will you be there,' I asked her.'I am planning to leave around 4:00 p.m.,' she said.I looked at my watch and it is 3:00 p.m. now.'I will be leaving here shortly and should be at your office. And rinse and repeat.She heaved a huge, dramatic, despairing sigh for the benefit of her audience. She absolutely is an actress. “So totally disappointing, I know, but sometimes a girl has to accept the male of the species is sadly lacking in some respects, however hard his mother and sister tried to bring him up right.”Then she beamed. “But, with your help, I’m sure we can ensure the wedding day makes up for the lackluster proposal. What do you think, Katelyn? Should I apply to be on ‘Say Yes. I suppose it was about 11 o’clock. Two Male Control Force officers were shown in to Lucy’s office and were talking to her for quite a while. I was feeling smug, thinking, “Ah, red epaulettes, Public Order officers.” Then they called me in. It was only when they introduced themselves that I realised it was Katherine and Jill from the course. I was about to make some joke about not recognising them with their uniforms on when I realised that they hadn’t remembered me and it probably wouldn’t fit. Necesito a alquien que sepa manejarse en un vinado, sabra usted de alguien bueno?" Good Day, Señor Flores. I'm in need of a man who knows his way around a vineyard. You know anyone like that?Effy felt his face break out in a smile, this man who was so obviously a rancher spoke Spanish with a drawl Effy recognized. "You from Texas?"The older guy who'd called him nodded, laughter in his eyes. "Yah, my accent, huh? Sounds like Chihuahua, I guess. Sold forty-five thousand acres in Sterling County.