He had been on the police force for about 2 years. I tried to remember his first name, 'was it Jim?' no James, he wanted to be called James."James, ho...w's it hanging," I said, trying to sound friendly as he approached."License and registration," Officer James Barker demanded. The surly bastard acted as if he didn't recognize me. "Fat James," that's what Chuck used to call him when they were in school. Wonder what he would do if I said, 'Fat James, how's it hanging?' But he had lost weight since. Today is about the uncertainty the new plan generates and how it's unfair that people are being locked out of participating."My father was clearly looking over my shoulder as his voice seemed to trail away. I turned around to see what had distracted him in time to see a limo pull up to the curb. A tall, blonde-haired man with a weathered face stepped out of the vehicle the instant it stopped, not even waiting for the chauffer to walk around the machine. "Damn," my father whispered. "We aren't. I flashed my wristband and, drink in hand, tried to find a place to sit but it was impossible. I stood awkwardly at the edge of the dance floor, protecting my drink from the jostling throng.Tara was nowhere to be seen. The ‘circus’ podium was in darkness, the surrounding chairs, neatly arranged and empty. Good. Much as I longed to see Elodie’s racy strutting and preening, watching her meant watching Tara. I shook my head, face scrunched. There are some things sisters shouldn’t share and I. I’m sure he would settle out of court – fast!” I have no idea where that idea came from; it just came out. Immediately after I blurted that out of my mouth I apologized. I told them it had to be the booze talking, and that I would never expect them to do something like that. To my surprise, Ginger, April, and Patti thought it was a brilliant idea. The three of them ordered us another round, and each of them gave me a hug and a kiss. When our drinks came, Ginger, April, and Patti held up their.