" Hey!" I said, just to be contrary. "Maybe I want a beer, too."Steve stuck his head around the cabinet and looked across the counter at us."How about...it, Sam? Beer for you? Don't worry. I won't tell anyone you got plastered." No," I told him. "Don't waste it. I can't get drunk. Make mine a Coke."Steve came out with a soft drink for both of us. I noticed that Jim was having a beer, though. I almost said something to him, but I squelched my maternal instinct just in time. There were two people. My brother-in-law, that's my wife's brother, rang me up and expressed his feeling about his bitch sister. Frank and I had always be good friends, even before I'd dated his sister. We had fished, gone to football and got drunk together more times than I care to remember; we even dated the same girls, one of whom was Kathy, his now wife."Come on over, don't be alone," he said, "I'm sure Kathy can cook up something nice and we'll have a few beers."Kathy was now a few pounds overweight, but all in. ..He was getting hard from his nostolgia, when a sharp tone snapped himout of his daydream: "What is it Daniel? I'm in the middle of somethinghere."Until he heard her voice, he had almost forgotten about the last fewhours. The memories of Daisy Lynn in her single-bedroom trailer... buthe shook his head as he observed the tiny fingers gripping the phone."Hey Beck, it's me." A little more confidence in his voice."I know it is, can you tell me what this is about? I have a fullschedule today." She. This trial shoot surely was aninconvenience, but it was just this and then the real shoot and he wouldbe done with it all forever, able to safe his relationship and home."Great, now come along, we need to pick out a proper outfit for you tomodel, but don't worry. I'm sure we'll find you something perfect to wearto give you a good winning chance with your portfolio. Not all applicantsare as lucky as you are you know," Linda mocked knowing full well thatthe last thing Victor wanted was to wear.