" That would be great. I have three months before my friends wedding, and I want to look good. Maybe I should set up an appointment at the salon to do... something with my hair." You're going to cut it?!" Maybe a couple inches." Why? It looks good like this." Well, I can only do so much with it myself. It's hard to do more than braid it sometimes so I need it a little shorter, like to the middle of my back or something. It won't be easier but at least I might be able to do more myself. Plus it. He’s gone and had a heart attack, the idiot,” Betty answered, her eyes turned to watch her husband being lifted into the ambulance.“Can I help? Can I do anything?” I asked.Betty looked at me with a vacant expression.“Do you want to go with Harold?” I asked. “I can keep an eye on Amelia.”“Oh, goodness! Amelia! I almost forgot about her.” She started looking around, her hands wringing.“Betty,” I said softly, placing my hand on her shoulder. “Why don’t you go to the hospital with Harold? I’ll keep. Then laughing like a hed told a good joke he stalked out of the freezer. The school cafeterias walk in refrigerators had been emptied and shut down for the summer. They were now hot and stunk like hell from the bits of meat scraps and blood in that heat but I though it was l lot better than working on those damn ladders. Cliff loved to stop by and check up on me. He seemed to enjoy seeing me with dirt and grime in my hair and running down on my arms as I scrubbed the walls or when I was on my. .”“ ... and come up with a suitable plan to punish them,” Chuck added. ‘Your dad has an idea that most of us are down with.”With only a mere sidelong glance of her mother blowing her father, Stacy slid alongside Chuck and looked at what was unfolding.“You’re not going to kill them, are you?” she asked.“You sound disappointed,” Doc said.“She seems to be close to her old self again,” I said, sucking in my breath at a slight nibble; Alyssa smiled through my erection. “And she agrees they need to.