’ Rich’s eyes lit up. ‘Oh really?’ he asked, his voice tinged with mischief. Ellen giggled with glee. ‘Uh huh. And I think I’ve been a goo... girl this year,’ she replied sadly, pouting for emphasis. Rich laughed at his wife and excused himself to go change. ‘I’ll be right there, baby,’ Ellen called after him. ‘I’m going to get a glass of water.’ When Ellen watched the bedroom door close, she went into the kitchen, stripped off her coat, and threw it over the back of the nearest chair. She moved. Not like a suitcase."You're very pretty Christopher, but you need some finishing touches asfar as deportment is concerned," Jenny says."Anyhow, we've got a table booked," Wendy says.Trish catches me looking at her shoes, which are joggers, we give eachother a wry smile, we both know what the joggers are about.The others leave, I brief my boss on phone messages, arrangements forthe Friday shoot, show her the papers that need to be signed and thepreliminary plans for the shoots next week. While. The pickup was the same white pickup with the bent driver's side body that the nephews had driven to the house today.I keyed the mike on the radio to the cars that were just making the turn into the field. "STOP THAT TRUCK. SHOOT THE ENGINE OUT IF YOU HAVE TO. TRY NOT TO HIT THE PASSENGERS."There were headlights in my mirror moving in all directions while they were trying to set up a road block, everyone yelling all kinds of instructions on the radio. The girls had never practiced that; I. But he knew that The Powers That Be would most likely disapprove and then he’d really be in trouble. No, he needed something private to occupy himself with, some activity no-one else would need to know of. Cupid picked up his cappuccino and took a stroll around the palace. The views of Heaven from his windows were second-to-none and he briefly wondered what his father, Cupid the MCXXXVI had paid for the place. Not that it mattered. Dad was long gone, the latest news Cupid had heard, was that.