Nothing will replace that."Caitlin crossed her legs, swinging one absently while she thought. "Two of the nurses in CICU just told me that they had pu...t in applications somewhere else. If this keeps up, it will be like rats leaving a sinking ship. No one wants to work, spend years putting money into their retirement, then be fired so the hospital can hire new grads at entry-level wages."Frowning again, she continued, "I need to get in touch with my friend and see what she's going to do."Jeff. ..” Stepping through the door behind her, she called out “Mélanie, there’s someone to see you out in front.”A moment later, Mélanie stuck out her head. “Yes?”The man pulled a yellowish document from the inside pocket of his jacket. “Ms. Mélanie Turgeon? I’m a bailiff at the Superior Court of Quebec. You are summed to present yourself at Youth Court, on St-Denis Street next Tuesday morning at ten A.M. with your son, Jean Turgeon. Should you not present yourself, legal proceedings will be taken. At least, it should be.” She apologizes, glancing over her shoulder and catching his eyes wandering again. With a sinister smirk, the rosy-cheeks minx grabs his attention with an invitation. “Would you mind helping me look?” Lana asks, testing the brewing waters.“Well…” Mark states, uncertain how to respond. As a man with no moral compass, he could care less that his best friend’s daughter invited him into her room and her pants. Shit, it wouldn’t be surprising if Lana’s father gave in if. "So I told Mr. Pavel what the problem was and how it came to be."I knew that they liked to play games with their uniqueness, but I didn't realize that they had taken it that far. So the bottom line is that they won't be going to the prom, at least not with dates?" I'm afraid so," I said and started to get up and leave and then my dad said, "What are you going to do about the prom?" Nothing. Pam won't be back from Cleveland until after." So you don't have a date?"I could see where he was going.