’ ‘Well I’d think a twenty-seven year-old would have more sense than to take a seventeen year old girl out without checking with her parents fir...st.’ ‘Mom I turned eighteen two days ago remember?’ ‘Oh, yes well even so. Thank you for your help Jordan and for taking care of Molly. Good night.’ Jordan left and could hear Molly and her mom arguing from across the hall. It lasted for about a half hour. The last thing he heard was Molly shouting ‘Fine! Whatever! I’m going to bed!’ He felt so bad for. Can I come over and talk to you? I don’t want this to wait until morning.’ He finished and waited for Sara’s response, hoping she’d say yes. ‘Give me a few minutes to wake up and I’ll start a pot of coffee,’ Sara said and then the line was silent. Ben hung up the phone then gathered the letter for the morgue for Sara to sign. He also grabbed the envelope Max had sent him containing the information he learned from both the Chicago and Metro airports. Ben stuffed all this into his briefcase then. “We had an affair, Kathryn and I. We had sex.”“Is that it?”“No. We...”“You what?”“We fell in love. We are in love.”“And where was I while this soap opera was unfolding?”Luke couldn’t look at him. “Home, sometimes. Mostly not.”“So you decided that it would be fun to take advantage of my absence and screw both my wife and me.”“It wasn’t...”“Let me tell you how it was, and you can let me know what I got wrong. You met Kathryn at a bar, and like everyone else who’s ever met her, you decided that. I tend to be a quiet kind of person, mild in temperament... you know, go along to get along. I rarely lose my temper and on those rare occasions I tend to become even quieter, more withdrawn until I get over it, which really doesn't take long. Don't get me wrong, I don't let others take advantage of me. I'm not stupid and I know that there are ways to repay slights or rude behavior without ranting and raving. But, that's not really my makeup, it's much easier to get along. Not many things are.