"Footie on the box," we settled on Thursday. Thursday came and we met up after Band practice around ten, Me, Al, Sandra, Harley Charlie and Big Norman... Chalky and Sinbad bottled it but we had enough. Al brought the van round, christ you should have seen it, like something out of the eighties, wide arches on a van? a Ford Transit, V6 engine, petrol, two gallons to the mile and four to a pint of oil. "Where did you get this crap heap from?" I asked. "Ebay," he said, "It's a classic, look I got a. Her former husband had totally disappeared since the divorce and likely had left the country to get out of paying her the c***d support the court had ordered. It was easy for him since he worked in the oil industry.Jean had managed to get the family through the last year on her meager salary but now the tuition for her son and daughter was about to come due. Both of them were strong students and well on their way to getting full ride scholarships but if they had to get transferred to the local. I guess being a supervisor has zero perks.”“It has tons of perks,” I said, rolling my eyes. “We certainly pay you enough.” Addie clicked her heels together, her favorite Jimmy Choos that she’d spent a couple hundred on. Yes, we did pay her enough.“Well, let him in, will you? Before he changes his mind about proposing.”“He better not,” I grumbled as the elevator doors opened. Addie and I walked over to the main entrance, where we found a nervous-looking Brian arguing with Head of Security. Jesus. ******* The water for my shower was just beginning to warm up. I waited until the steam began to fog the mirror before stepping in. After a few minutes of washing, I heard a knock on the bathroom door. Not waiting for a response, Miranda entered the room. A moment later, she tapped on the sliding glass door between us. ‘I’m in here,’ I announced. ‘I know that, silly,’ she said, sliding the door open just a crack and putting her mouth at the opening. ‘I was hoping I could join you.’ ‘I don’t.