”“I think it is kind of cute,” Cami told him.“I haven’t seen you around here before when I come to visit,” Grant said taking a drink of th... beer in his hand.“Well, I am not a party crasher; let me assure you of that. I live three houses down from your mom. Working nights as an Emergency Room nurse and sleeping during the day does not give me much time to socialize,” she explained as she sipped from her cup.“Do you need a refill?”“No, I still have almost a full glass of Coke.”Grant was not sure. I checked her laptop for secret mail accounts and found nothing. I checked her car and didn't find anything, so I even kept the meter under observation.Only her cell phone remained to be checked and I got my chance one evening when she left her phone in the charger when she went to her bowling gang. When I sneaked away with the phone to my little workshop in the basement, I thought, 'My dear Rebecka, now or never I'll get my evidence for your cheating.'I read all text messages, listened to all. “Is he going to live with us now?” said Sarah.“Hmm, no, but he will be staying with us for a little while,” said Owen.THE SCARBOROUGH dinner club was an upscale steak house that catered only to the well dressed and the well-heeled; homeless riff-raff need not apply. I was okay dressed, and yes I was wearing a tie as I had been advised to do by Abigail, but the well-heeled part was gonna be somebody else’s worry; it sure as hell wasn’t going to be mine.I don’t think my ex-wife had a clue as to. I had Kate come down before noon with a key to the buildings, so that I could get some ideas.My first choice was the old radio studio of course. As I remembered the first floor, it was all one big open room. All of the electronics from the sixties and earlier were gone, of course. That was fine with me, I would never have known what to do with them.Kate let me look all around before she sprang it on me. "The Hart kids want to talk again about selling those houses." What the fuck does one have.