..Aye, first Pansy Porter, then Shirt-Lifter Stokes...Best mates once, weren' they?I dunno if 'mates' is the right way to describe it...And with no wo...rd as yet from Sandwell, Rokeby & Brougham, my misery wascompounded when Pansy rang me to announce that he'd been awarded a placeat Lowdales Hall, one of the special schools set up to help Testranolchildren through the early stages of their adjustment.--Isn't that the most brilliant news?"Yeah..."--They called yesterday to say that the prospectus. It wasn’t long after Ronda left that Jennifer knocked on my door. “Come in,” I say.I see that it is Jennifer and she comes over to me and sits me on the play bed. “What’s up, is something wrong?” I ask.“No, nothing is wrong, but we have that FBI agent’s wife starting tomorrow. Will you be at the office at some point tomorrow or will I be all alone in handling her?” Jennifer asks me.“No, not to worry. I’ll eventually end up at the office. However, Ronda tells me that she will be writing the. " My mouth was gaping wide, as she continued, "She told us all about how you loved your own little girls so much, that you were willing to give them up, rather than let them be hurt by other people thinking nasty things about them and you being together. So Momma says we can all do whatever we want with you, but we aren't supposed to let anyone else know, or they might try to make you look bad, just like they did with your little girls." I stared at the little girl, unable to say a. I have no military training, so what am I doing heading inside. Somebody’s got to do something. Right there in the middle of somebody is the word me. And I’m the only me I know. I read in the paper the other day that in an active shooter situation, you run, if you can’t run, you hide and last resort, you defend with anything you can get your hands on. But, I’m gonna be offensive. So I head inside and toward the sound of shooting. Thank god for Tom Clancy’s books, they are what is guiding me..