The remainingfurniture, which was so bad no one had bothered to steal it, was stackedin the old booths along one wall.Michele smiled as she remembered...her and her Bettys partying the nightaway here on that evening so long ago. She saddened briefly as sheremembered Spike Jones spoiling the evening by throwing a drink over her.She turned around and walked carefully down the rickety staircase."Hey lady! What you doing up there?" the fat Greek man in a filthy apronasked as she came out the. I was like a zombie at work, mythoughts entirely focused on who else could've possibly been in my head. I knew one thing, though: They weren't welcome."Glue brush," I heard Luke say, as if he were a million miles away."That's a terrible band name," I murmured."Rachel! Glue brush!" He raised his voice, which snapped me out of myfunk."Oh! Yeah!" I grabbed the brush and jar of glue from the hot pot andtransferred it to him, and watched as he worked. It was getting hard tofocus. So much new. She leaned into him intimately. She looked cool, relaxed and content.Witnessing that infuriating display, I felt nothing. No jealousy, no anger. I had already cried my way into a state of emotionlessness. At least I knew Molly was well, now. She would inherit a lot of money soon.I had been out there all day observing. I counted four servants in residence; a butler, two parlor maids and a cook; three women and one older man. The rest of the large household was clearly day-help.I rapped on the. I recalled noticing a riding school that had recently opened up near my fathers housefor some reason, the area he resided in had more horses than any other region in the province. So, after setting up an appointment at the riding school, I was off to visit my father for a few days. Mere hours after arriving, I was off for my first riding class. The first step was learning all the boring stuff about horseshow to behave around them, how to saddle them, etc. But after what felt like an eternity, I.