"I'm not taking party bookings more than seven days ahead," she told me. "The market's so strong that I bet I could keep filling twice the number of a...ircraft we have. It's the same with the Gulfstreams and Lears too."Wow. I'm impressed, where's Bill? We all need to meet to discuss where we're going.The phone buzzed again. I didn't know the caller, but he explained that he was Willie Carstairs' attorney. So that I could fully act as Willie's deputy out at Lacy Field, Willie had instructed him to. "So we'd better drink it all tonight."She then excused herself and took the box to her room."Hey ... the cable should be back on, too. Watch tv if you like and if you need to make a call back home, go ahead while I freshen up."I then realized that my housekeeper/cook, Thelma, would probably be worried so I called in and told her what had happened. I made up a cock'n'bull about revisiting the dairy farm I was looking at while I was waiting for the Caddy to be repaired and she seemed satisfied. I. The waitress comes back with the drinks and she can’t help but notice how you and Beth are both paying attention to me. You smile up at the flustered waitress, whose nametag says, ’Julia’ and say, “I’ll have Prime Rib, medium well, with a baked potato.” You look at me and I nod, and you say, “She’ll have the same. Beth?” Beth is sizing Julia up and she says, “I think I’ll have Chicken Cordon Bleu.” Once our orders are written down, Beth excuses herself and follows Julia away from the table. I. ‘In two weeks it’ll be John’s 40th birthday,’ she says. ‘And I’ve been stumped about what to get him. The man has everything,’ she’s rambling and speaking rapidly. ‘I want it to be extra special, something he’ll never forget,’ she says. Her eyes are locked on mine and she takes a deep breath. ‘I want to give him you,’ she finally whispers. ‘Me?’ I almost choke. What the fuck is she talking about? I’m not hers to give to anyone. Wait! Is this her way of giving us permission because she already.