I need to get that boy out of here and into a proper place for a boy his age before something happens for sure."Rachel felt panic at the idea of Bobby...going away. "Mavis, I'd just die if he went away," she said. Then she promptly slapped her hand over her mouth, horrified that she'd said it aloud.Mavis laughed though. "Don't feel that way. I know how you feel. I can't believe some of the things I've thought about here lately myself!"Rachel felt better, and her jealousy fled as if it had never. ’ ‘You would fire? I thought you were a project manager, not the boss?’ ‘I had Carl bring them the message. But it’s my decision since I own the firm.’ ‘You own it? I thought Carl was the owner?’ ‘No, he has a few shares, but I’m the majority owner. Carl’s just taking care of the day-to-day business while I keep working on what I enjoy best.’ ‘But why didn’t anyone tell me?’ ‘No one knows, except me, Carl and now you.’ ‘So why tell me now?’ ‘It seemed like a good time to be honest,’ he said. "No real damage done." Did you screw Miriam that night?" she blurted suddenly."Let's put it this way," Phil replied softly, strolling away, his back to her as he stared out the only window in the room. "I was a little drunk--and she screwed me." Hank got to me, too," she confessed, holding her breath, fearful of male denunciation growing from injured ego. She almost screamed at him to say something, he was so silent for so long.Finally, Phil turned and winked solemnly, reassuringly. "I guess. Let's go find something for dinner so we don't dirty any more dishes." Okay, good idea," I said. We did dinner, then returned to the house, straightening up a few things and then we disturbed the cat for an hour. He's smart. He knows better than to try to get on the bed or near the sofa or anywhere else that happy tangle of arms and legs may form.Things are quiet after the shower and as Nikki and I snuggle into the bed together, he finds his new favorite spot on her side of the bed. I don't.