Car was too simple a word for this one, something this beautiful had to be called a Porsche…) and took a moment to look around. Inside, it was a lit...le tacky…the seats weren’t coated with leather, but with some sort of slick vinyl. Still, H-Dawg wouldn’t mind that, the car itself would be worth the money. He could use seats from another car. She noticed, with a measure of distaste, that the owner had replaced the standard gear shift with one of his own–a stylized representation of a man’s. "Clay, dummy. He likes you." Oh, God, please don't remind me." Willow buried her face in her hands. "That was so embarrassing. 'She pushed you in the pool.' Did she have to say that?" He didn't seem to care." He was just being nice." Willow stared out the window. Once Holly had said that, the memory of bumping into Clay at the party had come back in all its vivid, embarrassing detail. How Willow had slipped on the concrete around the in-ground pool, and unable to right herself, had fallen. "Suddenly things became crystal clear and once again I nearly flew into a fit, reining myself in at the last minute."Is that what this is all about?" I asked. "Do you just want to get in bed with my sister?" Maybe," Heather grinned. "But that's not why I brought it up." Then why?" I asked. Heather got a wry smile on her face."You're not going to want to hear this," she said. "But I want to do this for us." I'll let you explain this before I explode," I said. "Because you've said this before.". Make that 'drugged, raped and dead'.Instead ... the lady was nice. She joined in the conversations at our get-togethers, but she wasn't pushy or obnoxious nor did she use inappropriate language. And she sounded intelligent. Vocabulary. Snippets of knowledge. Catching the barbs and puns that fly through our conversations like a swarm of insects.Cindy got us all together on campus a week into this."It's just NOT the mom that left me in Alabama," she said, sighing. "I know it's her. Same tattoos..