I never tasted anything like this. Thank you for corrupting me and bringing me to this place." I don't get it," Ronnie said, "don't Italians in Memphi...s eat this stuff?"Martha said, "There's a lot you can't get in Memphis. You can't even buy a bagel. Strictly barbecue and grits down there, Ronnie."Ronnie said, "No bagels? Sounds like Michigan." Ronnie winked at me. "It's good stuff, huh?" Decadent," I groaned, sighing with an overfull stomach.Ronnie smiled as she crushed out her cigarette.. As she lifted her face to mine, I couldn't resist kissing away the tears, and then I couldn't resist her lips. I held her face in my hands as I searched for the right things to say, and finally it hit me."You know, perfect pitch can be a pain, but I can always recognize a true tone. What happened this morning feels as true and as perfect as anything I've ever experienced. I've got a very good feeling."She smiled, so I knew I was on the right track."Let's do this. You have my number, and you can. "Through tear dimmed eyes I watched as the guest reached out, touching my thigh. I jerked my leg away from her."Get the hell out of here," Marlene ordered disgust in her voice. "Go home."I backed away, grabbing my trench coat and running from the apartment. Out in the hallway, I paced nervously, waiting for the elevator. It seemed to take forever.Arriving home, I sat in the dark in my living room trying to collect myself. I cried myself to sleep.In the morning I awoke, still lying on the couch.. Jason, Jr. was chauffeured about town since the threat had started. Previously, he had taken public transportation whenever possible, but that was a dead issue right now. On a Saturday afternoon, Jason, Jr. had arranged to meet a few friends to see a 3D action movie they had all seen at least four times: such were the viewing habits of preteen boys. Our plan was for me to follow the car transporting Jason, Jr. in a nondescript car we often used for such jobs. Liz would be waiting at the theater.