Much more than me as I would be responsible for all her expenses concerning the house sale and ensuing divorce.My lawyer fought tooth and nail (and ve...ry expensively) to get the settlement down. We counter-sued her because of her adulatory, only to be shot down by her shark of a lawyer persuading the judge that I had driven her to have affairs through my mental cruelty and neglect of her feelings. Even though the judge was obviously sceptical, I still had to sell the house and pay her legal. .." But nothing. You may be fond of Nick, much more than Simon to be sure, but you're not totally his minion are you?"Thinking of my father I bowed my head. "No. Not entirely." And Lindy?"I perked up. "I don't know if she's his at all."Gia shook her head. "I have a feeling all of mankind has some of at least one of the eternal wanderers."After nodding I asked her, "You coming with?" Wouldn't miss it for the world," she grinned, shoving her ceramic shiv into its secret pocket between her. "I'm overanalyzing this," I thought, "he's stilltreating me as a friend, and that's good enough for me." Josh's eyes were wide as we walked in. Only a quarter past nine:the place wasn't really hopping yet, and he was already seeing things henever experienced before. The 6'3", body-building bouncer wearingnothing but leather shorts; the 6'7" drag queen in sequins andstilettos, and a flaming waiter all got stares and a wide berth fromJosh. As we stood in the doorway, taking it all in, I realized. "Mr. Nolan, I need to speak with you, soon." She never called me Mr. Nolan. It was always 'Dick' and sometimes 'Richard'. Her firm voice sounded more like a summons. It sounded serious. "What's it about, Dean?" "We can't talk here. Meet me at the Macaroni Grill for lunch at twelve thirty tomorrow." I said with a degree of trepidation, "Okay, see you there." Dean Harris sat in a quiet corner of the restaurant away from the larger tables and noise when I arrived. We both ordered wine and salads..