‘There it is, my car. A Porsche 911 Carrera. It flies down the road, Bryan. I bet you haven’t been in one of these before, have you? They aren’t... easy to get and not cheap either.’ She told me as she ran her hands about six inches above the shiny paint as if she was caressing the curves of the car. ‘It’s nice, Susan, but it wouldn’t haul much around on a farm, would it?’ I laughed. ‘You’ve done good for yourself, Susan, and you look great.’ I smiled as we got into the vehicle but didn’t say. She had on a short silk robe. “You think this is the way?”Ronnie came back in and sat next to her husband on the bed. “Nervous, Frank? You?” She tugged his boxers down and lovingly fondled his manhood. “You’ve seen it yourself. She’s so wrapped up in her dead husband she can’t see the world around her. God, Sue’s only thirty-five! That’s way too early to shrivel up and die. We’ve got to do something to break her out of this rut she’s in. You should start on her tomorrow, charm her and sweet. Wolfe asked as Paul nestled back into theleather chair, his bust protruding conspicuously into the air."Much," Paul said although his face was clouding."What is it?" My hair. It's so short."Dr. Wolfe got up and went to the closet and returned with a largehat box. "Try this," she said, pulling a long brunette wig out ofthe box and handing it to Paul who took it carefully and pulled itover his head."That looks nice on you. Very Cher. Here, let me help you brush itout." Paul stood up and Dr.. “That’s right. It’s right next-door. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t expecting you,” the man said.“Thank you.”The man said, “It’s a shame about your mother. Sonny speaks very highly of her. That cancer is a nasty disease.”“She spoke very highly of Sonny,” Violet said.It seemed strange to her that although her mother had never made it there, the folks ... complete strangers ... spoke about her as if she was a dear departed friend. She didn’t know how to take that, but it didn’t really.