"I need some time to think. I'll call you." I heard the door shut but I couldn't see.I sat on the couch with tears streaming down my face. My conscien...e told me I should have said something to him before now, and now it was too late. One of the weekends at the cabin would have been perfect, or the week we'd spent in Florida."Stupid Bitch!" I screamed, and curled into a ball on the couch. Dawn was lightening the sky when I finally slept.I didn't hear from him for a week, and when he called he. So dad went to jail on Christmas day. And mom and I went to her brother’s house while the police tore our apartment to postage stamp size pieces trying to find any clue that would help them catch a bigger fish. And of course, given how hard they were looking … they found something. Dad’s journal. Where he had listed every fuckin’ red cent he had laundered, every ounce of cocaine he had held, and every person that he knew had been killed by that mafia connection. But, not the man’s name. And no. I knew all the bushes well. A few minutes later as I very calculatingly drifted directly towards her, I smiled at her, she smiled at me. Neither of us said a word. She stopped painting and just watched me as I intruded into her space. I cast again clearly showing her that I did not mind her intruding into my space. The silence between us became uncomfortable, almost painful. ‘I’ll buy it,’ I said. She laughed out loud, ‘You’ve not seen it.’ ‘I don’t have to,’ I said, ‘anyone as pretty as you. I was up and out of the apartment at nine Saturday morning. I made a stop at the mall and dashed into Victoria’s Secret then drove out to the Radisson. I checked in at eleven, took a shower and styled my hair. I wrapped myself in the slinky red chemise Victoria sold me and was all set for Joey by noon. When he knocked on the door at twelve-fifteen, a very ready and willing woman waited on the other side.I check the peep hole to make sure it was Joey at the door, then flung it open, grabbed his.