Then it was the underground system to the station closest to my parent's house where, I'm pleased to say, I was received like the prodigal son.I noted...that my father took a quick look up and down the road, as if he was expecting someone — I assumed Codi — to be with me; but if it was, he made no comment concerning her absence. It was embarrassingly obvious to me that all of my family avoided mentioning or asking questions about Codi at all though. At the time I assumed that there was something. ”“Have you ever tried playing football outside during the winter in North Dakota?” he asked.“Forget it,” I said laughingly.We were driven about twenty miles to a palatial estate. Meeting us at the door was Mrs. Arnold Brubaker the wife of our client.She introduced herself as Alice Brubaker and said, “I assume you two are the young Bradley Franklin Morrison and his beautiful wife Jennifer, I have been expecting you. I hope you had a pleasant trip.”“Yes thank you,” I responded.“Good, our maid. After quickly pulling on her lab coat, she hurried barefooted from the supply room to answer the phone. It was, of course, on the other side of the nurse's station. To her surprise, the call was from Clay who wanted to know where to find some index cards. While struggling to keep her voice calm, she told him where to find them and then said she'd be working late that night. He sounded disappointed at the news. After a short pause, he said, "Terri, I love you. I'm sorry I've been such a bastard. She was very compliant and just started stroking me as she kept kissing Jimmy.Eventually she leaned back in the seat, looked over at me and said, “Oh, it’s you. Did you have fun with Shannon?” I said it was OK, but that I had missed her. I asked if anything had happened while I was away. “Not much,” was her only reply. I noticed that she was still wearing her shirt, but it had been pushed down around her waist and looked more like a cummerbund than a shirt. You should recall the first guy I had.