”“That was fun,” I said. “What’s on your mind? You said a lot.”“I need to figure out how to deal with a left-handed pre-teen. I like you... pizza trick. I need a new car and to deal with all the insurance stuff. Actually, insurance will be easy. I do need a new car, though, if I can believe the second hand information from the nurse. I hate car shopping. Why don’t they just tell you the price instead of haggling?”“Do you know what you want? Or have an idea?”“It sounds like my Mercedes SUV saved. "Don't bother with a hat or gloves," she said.They both laughed.Harry drove back to the Thornes'. He briefed them on the situation. Eileen insisted on choosing Annette's clothes and on accompanying him back to the hospital. Michael merely winked.They found Annette in a day ward dressed in a long hospital smock. Her clothes were in a neat pile on the floor beside her chair"What happened, darling?" asked Harry.Eileen's eyebrows went up at the use of 'darling' but she quickly dropped them. They’ll be sixteen in ‘90. They’ll need a little room, then. This place is cramped for the entertaining I have to do as a vice president, and I want a formal space that can be separate from the family space.”“Keep Johnny and Paul away from your guests?” she asked.“As far as possible. I’m proud of my boys -- our boys -- but I don’t want to cramp them very long the way they’d have to be cramped among business guests.”“You let them run in church.”“Yeah. ‘Suffer the little children to come unto me. I only work mornings. I specialise in older women with their sexual problems. Vaginal dryness. Orgasm problems. Increased need for arousal and many more other problems with their sex lives. Every day I have ten private patients who come to me for basically sex. I give them orgasms, and they give me one hundred and fifty pounds cash. Every morning I earn one thousand five hundred pounds. There's a lot of money in sex if you know what you are doing.”“I'm honest with you. You are a young man.