As we resumed more normal conversation, I could see Meghan staring at us like we had two heads. Colleen caught it and asked, "Meghan, what's wrong?"Me...ghan stared at us – just stared – for some time, and then said, "Does he ... do you ... is this something that you all do often? I mean the little girl with the liver trouble. Do you just randomly pick people with impossibly expensive medical needs and take care of them?"She seemed so stunned. I wanted to find out what was driving the question and. She had her eyes shut and her mouth open as she accepted the last few shots from me. When she looked down and saw me looking at her she got this nice warm smile on her face. Good morning baby, she said as she brought her hands up and began rubbing the pit of her stomach. Mmmm, that was nice, she cooed, relishing the feeling of warmth inside her. I looked up at Saki next to see her looking straight down at me. Good morning Uncle Mike, she said with a big grin on her face. Did you enjoy your. “Jesus Christ on a pogo stick! Michael, what the fuck have I gotten myself into?” “I was trying to get you to ask yourself that question three hours ago.” “Thanks. Really. I listened to the sounds you were making but didn’t hear a thing.” “Yeah. Hey, listen, Sandrine. Danielle’s scored her points. Do the dance and then bail. Fuck the blow-jobs. Fuck whatever idiotic nonsense Danielle’s got in her head about how you’re going to buy your way out. Just dance, put your clothes on, and walk.” She. S bread and butter. Burn the spouse. What's he up to, and who is he sticking that 'up' into?Hell, it's a living.Patricia Hollings comes to the door. Soccer Mom type. Maybe thirty five, pretty in a kind of plain way. Nothing to die over, but nothing to ignore either.I motion to a chair and smile over at her.This is the hard part for her. I know that. Telling a stranger about your most intimate fears, your darkest dreads.It's always bad. If things aren't bad, you don't go to a private.