‘It’s not easy work and it’s not pretty, Sandi. Nothing high class about it at all. I’m not sure you’d have the stomach for it. ‘ ‘I mig...ht not have a choice though, Des,’ I said. ‘If the car goes, I’m screwed.’ ‘Well, the one I work the most is at Sanderson’s but it’s not your usual fashion show. They call it Club Sanderson’s and it’s run by a group of women with a penchant for young women in their underwear or less. It’s usually one night a month, but sometimes they have two a month. The. Oh wait. Heh. I guess I did.The weather was perfect, making my trip even that much more enjoyable. I was swerving back and forth, giving quite a few trees a trim on the top. Holly's experience allowed me to do it without risking damage, but I nearly lost control when I spotted a power line just past a tree I was about to buzz.I cooled the fancy stuff after that, and concentrated on where I was going. The flight came to an end too soon for my taste. But the moment I saw Dr. Cain standing outside. “So pick a place.”“Chinese.”“Italian.”We both looked at Ben. “Okay, decide, because I’ll drive home and feed you stale bread and old expired store-brand baloney.”So we compromised and went to a seafood restaurant.We’re sliding into a whole new lifestyle.Ben’s not working any more. Last Friday was his last day. This works out well because now he can drive us to school and pick us up afterward. It also means that he cooks. He knows the same dishes that Gramma used to cook, and I love those. He. How did Auntie Megan find out about this place? It had been Megans Idea to come here and to take the girls with her. Apparently she was a regular visitor of this strange remote Hotel Resort, that seemed to be especially popular with wealthy European women. At least it seemed like that, because when they had entered the lobby, they found themselves surrounded by women who spoke German, Spanish, French, Danish, Italian and other languages they had no idea where they came from. Another thing that.