I didn't know they worked together but he was right there so he got on the phone and told me he loved me and hoped I felt better. As soon as I hung up... the phone I got up and started gathering my stuff together. I didn't have a lot but some of it was expensive. I took everything I could carry that was small, I only took one change of clothes and two extra pairs of underwear. I looked in the phone book and found the address of a pawn shop that was close. There are pawn shops everywhere in Las. “What do you mean?”“I waited in the study lounge till midnight! We were going to work on our Fundies presentations together. You never showed up and then you waltz in here this morning and give a Broadway production while my stupid paper looks like a dog ate my homework and then threw it up. Where were you?”“Shit! I completely forgot we were going to meet up. I’m sorry. I had so much going on yesterday I was a total wreck. Melody, please forgive me.”“Where were you?” It finally dawned on me. Scholarly days and studious nights bookended wild weekends. Ethel discovered her sensuality. Boys whose hormones ran miles ahead of logic saw past Ethel's frumpy exterior. As maturity blossomed her appearance changed. First Ethel's wardrobe lost its middle aged look. Then her moniker changed from Ethel to Etta. She discovered Etta Jones; her new heroine. The sultry tones of her combination of blues and jazz awakened something in Ethel's heart. Ethel toned her body through exercise and diet. Now. He picked up the phone and called a detective down.Satisfied the girls would do their part and help clear my name, I headed back out to the SUV. When I got in to the truck, Shawna got in also. "What are you doing?" You need me," Shawna said, giving me a smile. "I know where Ms. Crystal is going, remember?" Damn it!" She was right. I did need her. I was so happy to be getting the girls off my hands that I had forgotten all about that little tidbit. "Get in!"I got behind the wheel and headed off.