“We haven’t been doing it much lately.” I said dejectedly.“You mean sex?” she asked in the hopes of clarification.“Yes.” I said with a d...ep sigh.“Do you think he might be seeing somebody else?” She inquired assuming he was the culprit.“No, it’s me. I just don’t feel like doing it.” I said in a cheerless voice.Paige looked a little stunned by my admission.“Are you seeing…?” I interrupted her before she finished.“No” I said quietly and looked away. Paige was regarding me with suspicion and I felt. .Bart tried to open his eyes but couldn't. He coughed some more. Therewas a job to do here. The girl probably needs treatment. I've got to gether to Central City Hospital. Bart searched his memory. He knew aboutMadrid Ave because he'd studied the maps of Central City. Even with hiseyes closed he could run the route to Central City Hospital. So, he did.But there was something very odd about his running. Bart felt the windacross his bare knees as he ran. Uniform must've been torn by the hitfrom. ''How do you expect me to get rid of your mother?'' he asked''I don't know dad, divorce her, kill her as for all I care, just as long as the bitch goes and never comes back,'' she was cold, and she meant every word. ''You don't mean that I know you don't,'' he mumbled.''You have until the end of the month to get her out of here, or else.''''Or else what?'' Jack demanded.''Or else I will go to mom and tell her everything..''''She will never believe you.'' he insisted.''Oh yes she. "How many dresses do you want to see?" All of them," she said with a small laugh.They were in one of Berlin's better design boutiques, Dernier Cri, and sitting on a silk divan while their hostess organized a parade of expensive dresses for their private shopping pleasure. The showing was by appointment only and Eva had been lucky to get one, but convincing Wolfgang of that wasn't so easy. He'd already finished two glasses of Moet champagne and was looking at his watch."Would you like to go.