She picked up the bottle of wine she had bought for the evening and threw it into the fireplace, where it shattered against the bricks. She tried to c...all some friends, but they had gone out for the evening. She toyed with the idea of calling Kate, even going so far as to fetch the home phone list the firm published, but fear stopped her. She was afraid that she would be unable to control herself, and that Kate would be disgusted with the knowledge that her coworker was a dyke. The only thing. "Atlantic 709 we show you 100 feet from the runway,150 feet on the glide slope."Seconds later Atlantic flight 709 became an image coming into view in the heavy snow just feet off the runway. Intermittent fire and smoke was coming out of the number two engine as it was out of fuel. I hoped the fuel reserve for the APU would last long enough to power the controls and brakes to get the plane stopped."Atlantic 709 Morton Tower, 10 ft, 9 8, 7, 5, 3, contact."Smoke came from the main gear tires as. " I said already, it's hot." Okay, so you brought your book and your wine, took off all your clothes and sat in the old bathtub to keep cool, right?" Yup." So why," he asked, grinning familiarly at his crazy wife, "would the jelly beans be scattered over the bottom of the bathtub, for all the world like seeds thrown over the garden to germinate?" Oh, I can't tell you." You can't, or you won't?" Okay, I won't." She waggled her glass at him, and did her best to look stern. She failed. "Unless, of. " She nodded and looked down again, as if thinking over again some plan she had conceived in her mind. Keith had no idea what it could be until he remembered the money...his sister's inheritance. Cynthia was the sole beneficiary of their grandmother's will -- eight million dollars sitting in a New York bank. His mother had been one of her heirs before his father had been killed two years earlier. His grandmother had adored Keith's dad, who had died in a car accident after a visit with her late.