"She and George have hada fight and George has left for the afternoon. You'll console her." Andoff I went, to get a pussy facial from Arlene.****Mon...ay morning there was a glass of orange juice at my place at breakfast."You know I don't drink orange juice in the morning...," I began to say."Shut up," Sarah said. "You'll need that to wash down your pills." Pills...? What pills?" Hormones," she said, handing me two little purple pills. "I told you ourscheme was going to be more than you. I never did find another man like him, though. A part of me is still in love with him after more than a quarter of a century, but that’s alright — or it was, until I found out about Pauls’s latest …’ She bowed her head and began to cry again. Cale stood in the hallway needing several things then, and the most urgent one was to pretend that he’d heard nothing for the moment. He’d seen Rufus’ tail begin to wag, so he knew that the dog was at least aware of his presence. He went back to the door. T’s acoustic guitar a little bit, so it wasn’t totally unfamiliar to me.”(Note: Mr. T was Paul and Cathy’s dad, my second dad. His first name is Tom, hence the name.)“Well, I’m sorry for what happened in the cafeteria. But uh, I just don’t think I want to play piano in your band.”I smiled back at him when he apologized and tried to keep it on my face when he confirmed what I had already figured out. “Look man, I sure as hell don’t want to fight with you, and having to butt heads all the time. Interrupted in her sorting, she looked at him curiously. ‘I can do a bit of palm-reading and tell you about your future,’ he chuckled disarmingly, ‘it’s a logical hobby for someone who looks at fingerprints and palmprints all day.’ They laughed together, and Maria nodded agreement with his plan. ‘Hmmmm.’ He adopted a professional air. ‘Hmmm….. verrry interesting!’ ‘What do you see, Mr. Fortuneteller?’ She was intrigued. He drew her hand closer to her face, so that it was out of focus. ‘Take a.