But the widow had to put something on it. (AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}});Somewhere in the back of his mind hovered a qu...et guilty thought: Nancy had been expecting him to come home since last night. The answering service! He remembered. He scooted over to a corner phone booth and checked in.“Mr. Warner, Nancy has called every hour on the hour, and Mr. Buck Pappas has called twice.”“Listen, sugar plum, I want you to tell me something. Please. “I would remember you if you’d come down here before. You gonna be doing the drop offs from now on?” Not being sure I simply shrugged my shoulders and smiled. “Well I sure hope so,” James smiled back, “it gets lonely down here and I could always use something gorgeous to look at.” I told him in that case I will make sure to come down more often. Then I turned to leave but before I did I bent at the waist to pick up a towel from the floor, showing my ass to James. I turned my head to look back. I had just gotten comfortable and felt Zen, when the temperature of the room shot to what felt like 100⁰. I felt myself being shoved forward like I had been hit by a car I opened my eyes and saw what looked like a tube or tunnel rushing at me, or was I rushing towards it? I felt like I was pinned to a wall behind me that was shoving me forward faster and faster. I could no longer see the room only the rainbow tie dye patterns of the tubes wall. Well, I thought, now I know what a bullet feels. Just over an hour later, Sophie and Rachel strode through theemployees-only section of the vast Heathrow airport, the brown-hairedwoman mentally reassuring herself with every step that if everyone hadbeen called in, it meant she hadn't been singled out, so she shouldn'tbe as worried as she was. However, with every reassuring thought shehad, another thought popped into her mind to remind her that it mightjust be herself and Rachel that was called in, and her book may wellhave got her friend.