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Keep'em coming, Magi! Great work!
On Mon, 18 Apr 2005 04:52:21 GMT, Magi <baner1@earthlink.net> wrote:
>CHAPTER 72
>
>My alarm had just gone off and I was trying to talk myself into
>getting up, when the phone rang. It was Alice, sounding better that
>anyone should at this time of the morning.
>"Hey lazy-bones, are you awake?!"
>"Just barely. What are you doing up so early?"
>"New York time. We've been up for hours, we just got back from our
>morning run."
>"When did you get in?"
>"Yesterday afternoon around five o'clock. We have an appointment
>today, but we should be through by the time you get out of school. Can
>we meet later?"
>It was strange knowing that the appointment was probably with Mom, but
>I asked, "Is the appointment something Important?"
>"It could be. We've been trying to get on with a new agent for quite
>some time, and all of a sudden their office called and they want to
>meet with us."
>"It sounds great, what time will you be finished?"
>"I think we'll be through about four. Right now, we're looking for a
>beauty parlor, so we can be presentable. The one in the hotel is
>booked up, so Molly is trying to get an appointment at a place Kristen
>told us about, but she's not having much luck trying to contact them."
>"What kind of place is it?"
>"Oh, you probably never heard of it. It's called 'Wretched Excess".
>
>I nearly laughed out loud at the set of circumstances surrounding what
>was going on. The girls were trying to make themselves presentable, so
>they could convince someone to work for them, when I knew that the
>'someone' was actually Amy, and that she was more anxious than they
>were to take them on as clients. Secondly, they didn't know it but
>they were meeting today with my mother, and she was going to tell them
>that the 'owner' was at a meeting, when she was actually attending the
>high-school they used to go to, and that she was younger than either
>one of them.
>Alice interrupted my thoughts with, "Pete, are you there?"
>"Yes, I was just thinking, would you like me put to in a word for you
>at WE?"
>"Sure, big-shot. Pull a few strings for us."
>I knew she was kidding, but it sounded like it might be fun to see if
>I could do something about it, so I looked over at the nightstand
>where I had written her cell phone number, and before she had a chance
>to say anything, I said, "Call you right back," and I hung up. I
>called Tammy at the number of her apartment over WE, and her voice was
>businesslike when she answered, "Tammy Coombs."
>"Hi, it's Pete. I didn't wake you did I?"
>"Heck no, I've been up since six. What's up?"
>"How are you and Marla getting along?"
>"Marla is great. She and I have become good friends. We talked
>yesterday, and she told me what a great time you and she had. I think
>I'm jealous."
>There was a smile in her voice when she said it, so I teased her with,
>"Well, you had your chance, but you settled for an older guy with
>money, so I guess I'll just have to sit around and mourn for you."
>She laughed out loud, then she said, "Ha! That'll be the day when you
>mourn for a girl. But that's not the reason you called, right?"
>"Right. Some friends of mine are in town and they want to get prettied
>up for an interview. They said they called this morning, and aren't
>having any luck contacting your place."
>"Of course they aren't, we don't answer the phones till Nine o'clock.
>Who are they?"
>"They're some girls I used to go to school with. They moved to New
>York to start careers, and they're in town on business. One is a model
>and the other is an actress. Actually, Kristen told them to call you."
>"But you want to take credit for getting them into WE, right?"
>"Yup!"
>"You sir, are a Cad, and I suspect you have an ulterior motive."
>Feigning shock, I replied, "Why miss Coombs! How can you say such a
>thing?"
>We both had a laugh, then she told me to have them call her direct,
>and she would get them in. I wanted to talk more, but it was time to
>get ready for school, so I called Alice back and gave her Tammy's
>number.
>After the initial shock, she said that they wanted to take me to
>dinner tonight, and that she would call me at home around six.
>When I went in for breakfast, Mom and Amy were sitting with Dad,
>talking. He looked at his watch, then he got up and said that he had a
>flight. He called for Erin to come in, and when she did, he kissed us
>all and said he'd be back on Friday. It was interesting watching him
>kiss Amy. He didn't spend any more or less time on the kiss with her
>then with any of us. It was as though she was a natural part of the
>family. She's IS a regular part of us now, and it made me feel good.
>Erin left for Kelly's, and Mom and Amy sat down and started talking. I
>got some cereal and when I joined them I mentioned that I had just
>spoken to Alice. They both smiled and said that was what they were
>discussing. So I told them what happened with WE, and they both
>cracked up laughing.
>Amy and I left for school at the same time, and as we walked out the
>door she mentioned that Jake had called her last night.
> I asked, "Are you going to go out with him?"
>"I guess so. Why?"
>"I don't know. I just uhh.."
>She was laughing and shaking her head as she got into her car.
>I wondered why.
>
>I thought about Alice and Molly all day, and I hurried home after
>school. I parked the car, but instead of going to my room, I went to
>the front house. Mom was on the phone talking to Kate, so I grabbed a
>pencil and wrote, "I won't be home for dinner," on a scrap of paper,
>and I slid it next to her. Then I went to my room and showered. I was
>waiting by the phone when mom came in. She sat down and looked at me
>for a minute, then she said, "We signed both Alice and her sister,
>today."
>"That's great! Were you the one that did it?"
>"Yes, Amy filled me in with what I needed to know, and it went
>smoothly. Those are interesting girls. They're both beautiful,
>especially Monique."
>"Monique?"
>"Yes. I think you call her Molly, but now she goes by Monique."
>"Oh yeah, now I remember. Alice told me she started using it a while
>ago."
>"After they left, I talked with that friend of Tomaso's, and he's very
>serious about getting Alice to read for the part in his movie. He's
>flying out tomorrow to talk with her. This could be a very big thing
>for both her and the agency."
>Mom stopped talking for a minute, and stared at me, so I asked, "Mom,
>what's wrong. This all sounds like a good thing?"
>"Yes, it could be. But I did a background check, and some odd things
>showed up. How well do you know these girls?"
>"I only knew them for a short time. They were at school for part of a
>semester, but they left quite a while ago. Why do you ask?"
>"We did a background check on them, and something called 'Delight'
>came up. I checked on it and their license reads adult entertainment.
>Do you know anything about them?"
>I don't lie to mom, and my stomach suddenly tightened. But I guess it
>had to come up sooner or later, so I said, "Yes Mom, I do."
>"Are you involved with that place?"
>"Not any more."
>She sat quietly for a long time before she said, "I hate asking you
>about it, but I think I must. Did these girls talk you into anything?"
>I said, "No Mom, they are good girls. They got caught in a situation
>and I helped them out."
>Mom gave me a look that indicated there was a lot more that needed to
>be said and I didn't want her to think badly about the girls, so I
>decided to try to explain some of what happened. I began by telling
>her about standing in for the guy with Molly at the no-touch filming.
>And as I finished relating the story I noticed she was getting upset,
>and I blurted out,
>"Don't be angry mom, it was all for the camera. Nothing actually
>happened between Molly and me. As a matter of fact, both of the girls
>were virgins!"
>Her eyes got big, "Virgins! At their age? Humph! How do you know? Is
>that where you got the three thousand dollars?"
>"Uhh no, that was from something that happened later."
>She waited a minute, then she said, "Well, are you going to tell me
>about it?"
>"Do I have to?"
>"Yes. Three thousand dollars is a lot of money. I'd like to know what
>you did to get it."
>"Molly and I were, uhh, sort-of in a movie."
>"What kind of movie?"
>It was obvious that I was in pretty deep already, so I told her the
>whole story. When I finished, she sat back shaking her head, then she
>asked, "And Alice filmed the whole thing?"
>"Uh-huh."
>"How do you know that Molly was a virgin?"
>"I know mom, really I do."
>"You actually saw her hymen?"
>"No, but I was there when Alice photographed it, and I felt it tear
>when we made love."
>"And she filmed you while you were doing all this?"
>"Yes, mom, but you wouldn't have recognized me. You saw the suntan
>they gave me, plus I had brown hair and I even had brown eyes."
>Mom was staring at me. Her eyebrows were arched and she was slowly
>shaking her head. Finally she said, "Unbelievable."
>I asked, "Is this going to effect their careers?"
>"No, I don't think so. I talked to Amy about it, and we both talked
>with Tomaso. He told us not to worry about it. He said we would be
>surprised at some of the things the stars did when they were starting
>out."
>"Good. Are you, umm, disappointed in me?"
>She sighed, then she came to me and put her arms around me. After a
>minute she stood back and commented, "No, I'm not disappointed, just
>concerned is all. So when did you discover that Alice was also a
>virgin?"
>"That same day. After the filming, Molly was tired, so she went home.
>I was helping Alice put things away, and, umm, one thing led to
>another."
>Mom turned away from me, and her shoulders started to shake.
>I thought for a minute she was crying, so I grabbed her and turned her
>around. She was laughing and shaking her head.
>Finally she put her arms back around me and hugged me, then she said,
>"I love you, son."
>"I love you too, mom. "
>
>It was just after five when Alice called. We agreed to meet at a
>restaurant not far from my house at six o'clock. I had just hung up
>when my phone rang, and Tammy said, "Hi, have you talked to either
>Marla or Monique tonight?"
>No, I'm on the way to have dinner with them, and I was going to call
>Marla later. Why, what's going on?"
>"Pete, I need a favor. Would you try to find out what Monique's
>schedule is like."
>"I, uhh, don't understand. What schedule are you talking about?"
>"Her work schedule. Why are they in town, and what does she have
>planned?"
>"They're in town to sign with an agent. Didn't she tell you?"
>"No, they rushed out of here before we had a chance to talk. But Tony
>stopped by as they were leaving, and he was blown away by Monique. He
>wants to put together an advertising program using her as the
>spokesperson for WE. When you see her tonight, would you have her
>contact us?"
>It took me a second to realize what she said, and I immediately
>thought of what might happen. If they hired Molly, she would be
>staying in town, and the thought of her suddenly filled my head.
>Beautiful, exciting Molly (Or Monique, as she's called now) would
>actually be here in town. A vision of her lying naked on the bed that
>day in the hotel, flooded through my head, and I had to catch my
>breath. Then something else occurred to me, and I said, "Tammy, are
>you at the store?"
>"Yes, why?"
>"Will you be there for a while?"
>"Yes, I'll be here all evening. What's going on?"
>"I'll call you back in a few minutes. Stay by the phone."
>I hung up and went to the front house. Mom and Amy were fixing dinner,
>and I started telling them about the conversation with Tammy. When I
>finished, Mom looked at Amy and they both grinned and shook their
>heads. Then Mom said to Amy, "Well dear, what do you want to do?"
>Amy replied, "It's Tammy. She's family. Business or not, we tell her
>the truth. Let's call her now."
>They went to Amy's room to call, and as they stepped in, Amy turned to
>me, "Please don't talk to the girls about anything. We're going to
>have to let them know what's going on, but let mom and I handle it.
>Okay?"
>"No problem. This is kind of weird. Tammy is going to be blown away
>when she finds out who their new 'agent' is, and if it all comes
>together, the girls will be surprised to find that we're all
>connected."
>"Amy replied, "You're right," and she turned to leave, then she
>stopped and turned to me, handed me her cell phone and said,
>Hang on to this, we may try to contact you later."
>
>I was excited as I drove to meet the girls. I thought about the last
>time I saw them, and I remembered how disappointed I was when I
>knocked on their door and found out they were gone. Alice was the
>first really smart girl my age, I had ever met, and it was amazing to
>be around her. I tried to compare her with Amy, and I wondered what
>they would be like if they put their heads together on the same
>project. Then I thought about Molly.
>Thinking about her brought to mind the other girls my age I'd been
>with.
>Della was the first really beautiful girl I ever spent time with. She
>was lithe and strong, and once she warmed to you, she was wonderful to
>be with. But I was always a little in awe of her, and a set of
>circumstances kept us apart.
>Part of those circumstances was Sam. Sam was an extremely pretty girl,
>in a down-to-earth way. She was fresh and eager about things, and I
>always felt that she would be the one to count-on if things went
>wrong. Whenever I thought of her, I regretted the way I'd treated her.
>I wonder what her life is like now.
>Kristen was like a shooting star. Her dark skin, her silky black hair,
>and those dark, piercing eyes, made a package that was spectacular.
>But being with her was a roller coaster. When she was at my house
>helping dry the dishes, she was someone I thought I would like to be
>with forever. When she was on stage, or hanging with her famous
>friends, it was like she was a whole different person, and she scared
>and confused me. I never felt adequate around her. In some ways, she
>made me feel like the kid, and I never understand how someone like her
>would want to be with me.
>Karen was wonderful. She isn't as spectacular as these others, but she
>was everything a guy could want in a girl. She was actually too good.
>I was almost glad when she left, because I could see myself settling
>down with her, and I don't think I want to do that yet.
>These thoughts were going through my head when I pulled into the
>restaurant, and I was walking inside when suddenly, Amy popped into my
>mind. Immediately I was confused. What did Amy really mean to me?
>I was trying to decide, when a voice called out, "Hey Pete!"
>
>I wasn't prepared for the two people sitting there. These weren't the
>girls I'd been with a few months ago. I guess it was partly because
>they had been at WE earlier, but they both looked older, and much more
>mature. If possible, Molly looked even more spectacular than I
>remembered. Her hair was lighter colored and still long, but it was
>cut in the ragged style that's so popular now, and it hung in that
>sort of careless but deliberate way that framed her face and
>accentuated her beautiful features.
>I went to their table, and when they stood up to greet me, I noticed
>every head in the place turn their way.
>Molly was wearing one of those low-cut handkerchief dresses that clung
>to her, and reminded me what a perfect body she has. The whole effect
>was startling. She was so perfect she almost didn't look real.
>But the biggest change was Alice. Everything about her was different.
>She was at least fifteen pounds lighter, and she had lost it in the
>right places. Her breasts were large before, and they looked even
>bigger now, because her waist was so small. Even her hair and eyes
>were different than I remembered. She was a strawberry blond now, and
>her brown eyes were now a brilliant blue. Her skin was also different.
>Her complexion was flawless, and there wasn't a wrinkle or line
>anywhere. The total look was amazing.
>After many hugs and kisses I sat down, and both girls sat looking at
>me for a minute. Then Alice said, "Well, it looks like life has been
>treating you pretty well."
>"What do you mean?"
>"You're taller, and a lot more buff than you used to be. You've been
>working out, haven't you?"
>"Uhh, yeah, I guess so."
>And we've seen you on the cover of several tabloids. We thought you
>actually married Kristen, until she told us what happened."
>"You saw her, huh?"
>"Yes, we caught her show at a club in New York, and had dinner with
>her a couple times. She's quite a girl."
>"A club? I didn't know Tomaso worked clubs."
>"He wasn't with her. He only works the big venues. But this was a big
>club, and according to her, Tomaso wants her to work clubs for a while
>for the experience."
>"So she was there alone?"
>"No, she was the headliner, but there were other people performing.
>Beside, she had her gorilla with her."
>"A gorilla! Who's he?"
>"Some older guy. He didn't say much, but he drove her around, and he
>always kept an eye on her. I heard her call him Rocky. Why, are you
>worried about her?"
>"Well, I just want to make sure she's okay."
>"She's fine. That girl has a great future ahead of her. Her only
>problem is, she in love with some dork, and that's all she can talk
>about."
>I hadn't really thought that much about Kristen for a while, but the
>thought of her being in love with someone else was a shock, and I
>stuttered, "She's w-what! Who's she in love with?"
>Alice smiled at Molly and answered, "I don't know, I think it's some
>dumb high-school kid in California."
>It caught me unaware, and I blurted, "Who?" Then, realizing who they
>meant, I guess I blushed, because they both started laughing. I was
>trying to think of a wise-crack to cover my embarrassment when the
>waiter showed up.
>After we ordered dinner, Molly asked, "Okay Pete, tell us how you got
>us into 'WE' today. Everybody we met there says it's impossible to get
>in unless you 'know someone'. How do you know this Tammy person?"
>"Tammy is a friend of the family. She's almost like a sister to me."
>"Really! She didn't talk about you like she was your sister."
>They were still grinning, so I grinned back and said, "Okay you guys,
>quit busting my balls, and tell me what you're doing in town."
>Alice answered, "It's kind of strange. I've been handling both of our
>bookings for a while, but I've been busy with the show lately, so
>we've been looking for an agent. When we mentioned it to Kristen, she
>told us about the Stone agency. So we called them and they told us
>they weren't taking on new clients. Then, last week they contacted us
>and asked us to come in. Kristen may have had something to do with it,
>but I couldn't reach her to ask her."
>"But, you guys work in New York, isn't LA a long way to go for an
>agent?"
>"Not really. We go where the work is. Besides, an agent's work is done
>on the telephone, and having an agent out here may even get us some
>west-coast work."
>"Aren't you both doing well back there?"
>"Mo has been working pretty steadily and I've been a regular on the
>soap, but this is a slow time for her, and my show hasn't been picked
>up for next year yet, so we need to look for other things."
>"Mo? Who's Mo?"
>Molly grinned, "It's me. I've been going by Monique for a while, but
>Alice keeps forgetting, and calling me Molly. So just between the two
>of us, we settled on Mo. But I like the name Monique, and I've been
>using it lately. I even used it on my last poster."
>"You have posters?"
>"Uh huh, the last one is titled 'Monique on the beach'. We shot it in
>Saint Thomas. I have one in the car if you'd like it."
>The food showed up so we were quiet for a while, and I had time to
>think about the latest developments. Knowing what I did about both of
>the girls, it was difficult for me not to tell them that very soon,
>things would probably be changing for the better. And as I watched
>them, I remembered how disturbed I was when they left without telling
>me. It would be interesting to have them around again.
>Then I thought about them having talked with Kristen. It's hard for me
>to think about her without something nagging at me, and I began to
>miss her. It was good to know that Rocky was along. I knew he would
>look after her.
>There was some small-talk through dinner, and I noticed that Molly
>kept glancing at me. When we finished, she asked, "So Pete, aside from
>hanging with the rich and famous, what else have you been up to?"
>"Well, I'm working hard in school, and actually I'm doing pretty well.
>"We hear that the girl you were going with, left town. Are you dating
>anyone new?"
>"Not really. How about you guys?"
>Molly glanced at Alice, and Alice nodded, then she said, "Well, I've
>been too busy, but Alice has been seeing someone."
>I turned to Alice and asked, "So, tell me about him. Is it serious?"
>She shrugged, "Not really. He's the supervising producer on our show,
>and he's going through a divorce. I think he would like there to be
>more between us, but I don't know if I want to be involved with a guy
>with kids."
>"Kids! How old is he?"
>"Well, he's umm, forty."
>"Forty! Are you nuts? He's twice as.. Wait a minute, I'm sorry. It's
>none of my business. I guess you're old enough to know what you're
>doing."
>"Pete, I'm only nineteen, but I've been on my own for a long time. I
>can take care of myself."
>The words, "Bullshit!" Flew from Molly, and when I looked at her she
>was scowling at Alice. She said, "I don't trust him! He's been telling
>you how important he is, and promising you roles in all kinds of TV
>shows, but so far, none of it has happened. And I don't think he's
>really going to leave his wife."
>Alice's eyes flashed, and she was about to say something, but she
>stopped and looked down at the table. She was quiet for a minute, and
>then she said, "I don't know. Maybe you're right."
>Molly put her hand on Alice's arm and what passed between them was
>very tender. The look on Alice's face showed that what Molly said was
>probably true.
>The waiter showed up with desert and we were quiet for a while. Then
>Amy's phone rang. I answered, and Mom asked, "Are the girls with you?"
>"Uh huh."
>"Give the phone to Alice."
>When I handed it to her, and said, "Here, it's for you," her eyes got
>big before she answered.
>What followed was a lot of, "Sure', 'of course', and 'okay, fine',"
>then she handed the phone back and said, "She wants to talk to you."
>Mom said, "Kate's having bad cramps. I'm going over there, stay by the
>phone in case we need you.
>
> Alice was staring at me when Molly asked what the call was about, and
>she answered, "We have to be at the Stone agency at Nine in the
>morning, day after tomorrow."
>Molly asked, "What for?"
>"She wouldn't say, but she promised it would be for something we both
>will like."
>"Who is 'she', and how come she called on Pete's phone?"
>"She told me not to ask him, she said it would all be explained
>tomorrow."
>We sat looking at each other, and I guess I must have grinned or
>looked smug, because Molly said, "You knew about this, didn't you?"
>I answered, "Yup, and I promise you're going to like it."
>She was about to say something when the phone rang again. I answered
>it, and an excited Erin said, "Pete! Kate just went into labor!"
>"Already! I thought it wasn't going to happen for another couple of
>weeks."
>"She's a little early, we're all going to the hospital!"
>"Okay, I'll see you there."
>I told the girls I had to go because a friend of the family was having
>a baby, and when they asked why I needed to be there, I had to think
>for a minute. It was difficult to explain how much Kate means to me,
>so I just said that I needed to pick up my sister. I told them I'd
>talk to them tomorrow, and I drove to the hospital.
>Michael Sanders was born at just past midnight. He was a couple of
>weeks early, but everyone said he was perfect. I had never been in a
>hospital before, so the whole thing was really unusual, and very much
>different than I expected. They let us be in the room with her right
>up to the time the baby was born. I was expecting cries of pain, but
>they had given her something called an epidural, and she seemed fine.
>She was hooked to a monitor that showed a lot of things, including the
>'spikes' that showed her heart rate. There was a nurse there,
>explaining that when the spikes got bigger she was having a
>contraction. But Kate was in no pain at all, and when they happened,
>she just stared at the monitor with the rest of us.
>Ben was sitting next to her holding her hand, and every time the
>spikes showed on the monitor, his face got a pained expression as
>though it was hurting him!
>Then the spikes started to happen more often, and the nurse said
>everyone but mom and Ben would have to leave, so we all kissed Kate,
>and as we got ready to leave, she grabbed my hand and squeezed it so
>hard it hurt. It was less than forty-five minutes later when mom came
>out and said that everything had gone fine, and about an hour after
>that, we went back in and saw the baby for the first time. I had only
>seen pictures of new babies, so the red, wrinkled little thing lying
>there looked like something from another planet. But the girls all
>said he was beautiful, so I guess he was okay.
>Erin, Amy and I didn't get home from the hospital until almost two, so
>mom said we could stay home from school.
>It was after ten when I woke up and I noticed that, on my table, was
>Amy's cell phone sitting in it's charger. Next to it was a note that
>said to call Amy's office. So I called, and the secretary answered. He
>said that Amy and mom were in a meeting, and they said that if I
>called, he was to tell me I was to keep Amy's phone with me at all
>times.
>So I stuck it in my pocket and went into the front house to make some
>breakfast. I was whipping up some scrambled eggs when Erin came in
>rubbing her eyes. She was wearing an old, baggy, almost transparent
>shorty nightdress that was too small for her, and when she raised her
>arms to rub her eyes, the front hung open and her breasts were clearly
>visible. They had grown since I last saw them and even though we'd
>been seeing each other naked our whole lives, it was kind of a shock.
>Then she raised her arms above her head, and she yawned and stretched.
>When she did, the bottom of the nightdress pulled up far enough to see
>her panties, and I could see the bulge of a sanitary napkin. It
>suddenly occurred to me that my little sister was no longer around,
>and a beautiful, full-formed young woman was standing here. For some
>reason I felt a sense of loss. Although she hadn't been that way for a
>long time, I missed the noisy, dirty-faced tomboy that was always in
>the way, and I went to her and put my hands on her shoulders.
>Startled, she looked up at me, and as I looked into her eyes, I could
>see that despite her body, there was still a lot of little girl here,
>and I pulled her close and said, "I love you, sis."
>She hugged me and asked, "Is there something wrong Petey?"
>"No, it's just that we haven't spent much time together lately, and I
>miss you. Your birthday's coming up pretty soon isn't it?"
>"Uh huh, April seventeenth."
>"And you're going to be twelve, right?"
>She hit me on the arm and squealed, "No Dummy, I'm gonna be fifteen!"
>Pretending surprise, I put my hand on top of her head and said,
>"Fifteen! That's impossible! Just last week you were eleven. Besides,
>fifteen year old girls are taller than you are. I think you're gonna
>be twelve."
>Realizing that I was kidding, she stood up straight and replied,
>"Look, smart ass. Not only am I the tallest girl in our class, but one
>of the guys told me I have the cutest butt."
>I grinned and said, "Okay, maybe he's right. But tell him for me, that
>the next time he comments on your butt, I'm gonna make sure he walks
>with a limp for a while."
>She stuck her tongue out at me just as her phone rang, so she went in
>to get it. A minute later she called out, "Pete, come here."
>I went to her room, and she handed me the phone and said, "Mom wants
>to talk to you." Erin went into the bathroom, and when I answered the
>phone, mom said, "As soon as you finish eating, both you and your
>sister clean yourselves up, put on some nice clothes and come down to
>Amy's office. I want you here by one o'clock."
>"Okay, what's going on?"
>"I'll tell you when you get here. Don't be late."
>
>What happened that afternoon changed the entire course of our lives?