“Whew, I don’t know what to say, girl! You one of the good ones. Reminds me of my wife before she passed.”“Aww, I’m sorry,” I said, sortin... the dishes, wishing I had gloves.“No, this was over ten years ago. That woman, she was real good. Like you. She’d clean, cook, do laundry, organize them bills and shit. I mean, uh, pardon my language.”“Heh, it’s fine,” I smiled, scrubbing away. My back was to him. I wasn’t wearing anything revealing, but I wondered if he was looking at me. I stopped myself. Sensing the scrutiny from Gerald he added, "I'll take good care of her." You better," Gerald said with a frown, then his hidden smile broke through. "God almighty, this is the best day of my life."Jason shared their address so Gerald could write and his cell phone number as well. They promised to come visit again and he promised to call when he had phone privileges. Just before they left, Jason made sure to quietly add two hundred dollars to Gerald's prison commissary account. It wasn't much,. Same with Ms. Linney."He gave me a look that merged respect and surprise."Guess I'm gonna have to stop thinking of you as the obit guy. Huh, Hando?" I like doing the obits, sir," I said."Yeah, right. Okay. Here's what we need to do. Pull in one fact-checker over the weekend, Rach. Somebody you trust. We'll go to the Governor's office for comment on Monday afternoon, as late as possible. Then we print it Tuesday morning. In the meantime, you, me, Hando, and the fact-checker. That's it. I'll give. . no fudging way..." Doug gulped. "Y-You're making it up... this isjust stress, is all!" Oh yeah?" Mfalme grinned as he whipped out his phone. "Head on over toyour scratching post and get on your knees."Doug glared at him defiantly... yet he began to walk. It was like anirresistable urge, an itch that HAD to be scratched. Once there, helowered himself down to his knees. Mfalme chuckled as he readied hisphone to record."Now, give us a big smile and start scratching it, like a good littlekitty.".