Dewey, Steve, the Amsterdam investors, and the architects were already into the Bloody Marys this morning. How could Julie, Lisa, and I resist? Marty ...was the only one to abstain. None of us had to pilot anything, so breakfast was both solid and liquid. We all headed to the airpark by six-fifteen and found the 737 out on the tarmac with the right engine already spooled up and the hostess standing by the stairs. Lisa nudged me in the side, "How's this for first class treatment, Boss? I like. ..?" Armitage let the question hang. "How could I not? I mean, it was probably a once in a lifetime thing. It would have been a waste not to." "And it still didn't change your mind about the rental experience?" "Not really. Don't get me wrong - it felt good. Really good, in fact. It was just afterwards. The man I let pick me up just rolled off me and got dressed without saying anything. I've never treated a woman like that, but he just made me feel like a vessel, just some place warm. Lorraine arrived on the Saturday morning and Patrick and Marie would join us on Sunday afternoon.Lorraine was always fun. She was loud and always happy, always laughing. Once settled in and having assured our parents she would be in all night, she dragged me out shopping.Of all the women in the world, for me there is only one who makes shopping fun: Lorraine. She prattled on about life, asking my advice on clothes, and on presents for Mike and the parents. After an exhausting two hour marathon,. ’ Collin jogged ahead of her making a grab for the door before she could do it. He held it open as she walked through, his body following right after. Caden smiled at the sight before her. He hadn’t changed it at all. The same odd plastic smell wafted throughout the room. The same guitars still lined the wall, each with a signature scribbled on the side. The same mess of CDs was still in the right corner of the room. The same Benji stood behind the counter, looking extra bright with his black.