She didn't have much luck with that. As usual Andy was gone. No note, no anything. She tried calling him, but as usual she only got his voicemail. She...refrained from leaving a voice mail knowing that would result in nothing. She'd learned a long time ago that if he didn't answer his phone there was a reason and it was never good.Instead she just through her phone on the couch and went to get the smoke tray from the bedroom closet, grab the bottle of Ambien from the bathroom cupboard and the. She was frazzled, so to speak. Her emotions were becoming out of control. Her hands were running up, down, over, and across while pawing her body everywhere as if she was not right whatsoever. She spoke up while she stood in front of that sliding glass door. She knew she’d do it either way. She was “out of control” at this point. She wished she could tell him to get comfortable and sit down. She then said “Why, because I’m ready to “put on a show” for you.” She opened her eyes and looked. " Molly stares at him, "When you try hiding things from me, what am I supposed to think Arnie? I know that me being like I am isn't fair for you, but you aren't the only one hurting from it, at least I try to help you. If that's not enough, then maybe you should try to find someone else. Where do you want me to sleep Sara?" Sara takes her down the hall to the guest room and tells her they will find some of her night gowns for her. Arnie shrugs, "Well, good night Ed, seeya at work probably." He. "Oh, nothing much, I've just got a date is all." Her words somehow caused me some pain. I tried to smile through it though, acting totally calm."Well, good for you. Have a good time." I turned and start walking to my house. Donna followed me in, making her way to my kitchen, grabbing herself a beer, and high tailing it over to my sofa."I thought you said you had a date?" I asked."I do, fool, it's with you. You didn't think I'd let you get away with taking Momsie out and not have you take me out.