Wherethe hell had he been Saturday night? Nothing. He drew a complete blank.Friday night? Zero.Drunks had lost weekends but he wasn't a big drinker.So... where had the weekend gone?He thought hard over coffee and thought he remembered stopping at TheShamrock, but wasn't even sure of that.He sat on the couch in his underwear, sipping a second cup of coffee,sure his brain would start working sooner or later.He got a call, a referral, from a new gift shop in the neighborhood.Sluggish computer. Could. Her voice and accent were like doves cooing in the dark, soft, gentle and hypnotic. I bent down, put my hand on her shoulder and apologized obsessively. She looked at me and smiled as I helped her back to her feet."You should at least offer me a drink, no," she said playfully.I looked down to the pile that she had just left, my eyebrows nearly touching, "You sure you can handle another?" I asked her.She laughed, each edge of her tender lips spreading like an eagle's wings, across her face,. When I felt the feeling start to die I almost went into a panic until I remembered how I got here in the first place.I heard the speaker stop playing my looped play back and Mr. Long's voice come on. He said, "That was wonderful Linda, I'm giving you the $20.00 bonus for that little show." Then his voice went away and the loop came back on.Jenny came back in and said, "Would you like to try and make an audio tape?"I looked at her and said, "Why not, as long as it makes me money, I'll give it a. "Sorry to disappoint you girl, but I never smacked any bugger around who didn't deserve a good hiding in the first place, or picked a fight with me. I can look the world in the eye with a completely clear conscience." What do you mean, that they deserved a good hiding?" The bullies in that school, girl. The shits who knocked the little kids about and stole their dinner money and the like." Oh, a real Robin Hood were you? Looking after the smaller children." She replied sarcastically. "I suppose.