‘Sorry, John.’ She didn’t say anything else as I glared at her, wishing that she would spontaneously combust. I mocked her. ‘That’s all you ...have to say? ‘Sorry, John?’ You sound like a little kid caught taking one of your mother’s cookies off the baking sheet, not a cheating slut that got caught by her supposed boyfriend making out with one of his friends. That’s pathetic.’ I was almost ready to strike her with the cane I was so angry. I lowered my voice and spoke so that it was a hoarse. Seconds after ringing the doorbell Chuck answered it. He held the door open for me, grabbed the boxes and followed me inside. He then led me in the kitchen and asked if I wanted something to drink. “A beer,” I said. “Let me see your ID,” he said laughing. “Then I’ll have a water,” I said. After pouring a glass for me he went outside to unpack mom’s car. Chuck was really nice. If he liked you he would do anything for you. This meant a lot of people, including my mom took advantage of him. At 43. If I come back with my head still attached, we can work something out."After fifteen minutes, Cal had just decided to give it up and leave when Reese went stomping past and the producer came out, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'll be damned! The boss grew a set of balls! Oh, sorry, Ma'am. None of us liked what was going down. We really do want to be a sports network. He didn't even check with corporate." He continued shaking is head in wonderment."Pru... that's Prudence Rice, the woman you. Angie thought it was Dan or Dad because she could see a silhouette through the frosted glass on the door. I shouted at her not to do it but I was too slow. Angie opened the door.”The Doc nodded at me and made a couple of quick notes on his pad. Then he looked at me.“Go on,” he said.I took a deep breath. “Two men forced their way in through the door. I scooped up Angie and tried to get her away from them. I got knocked and I fell. My head hit the table and I went unconscious. The next thing I.