.. my ... god, you’ve got the ‘Book of Dreams’! Where did you get this? It belongs to the O’Connells, and they will be very upset if they find... it missing,” she told me in a harsh voice.“It came to me in Greg’s living room when I didn’t know what to do,” I told her in a frustrated voice.“Didn’t know what to do about WHAT?” she demanded, somewhat angry and also confused. I took a long deep breath to pull myself together. She would need to know what had happened to be of any help. I also noticed. "It's 1:30, babe. You wanna call home to make sure your mom doesn't worry?" He asked as he brushed a hand through her hair."Mm, yeah, guess I should." Sliding her body across his, she reached for the phone and dialed the number. She knew her mom wouldn't be home yet, but she would leave a message anyway, so her mom wouldn't worry. She had no intentions of going home anytime soon. "Hey mom, it's me. Just thought I'd let you know, Tiffany called and wanted me to sleep over, so I'm at her house.. "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want," Hank said softly.She shook her head. "I owe it to you," she said.Hank smiled gently at her. "As and when you're ready."She bit her lip, glanced down and then looked him resolutely in the eye. "In many ways I've been foolish and pretty wet," she said. "As I told you, Jeremy was making a lot of money, we were educating the children privately and he was planning to retire at fifty. When he was killed I became totally absorbed in my own grief and. He said that was cool as long as it was in the setting of the threesome. Fine. I assumed Mae would read the notes, and say ‘he’s married’ and that would be that. She read the notes, and asked me if I wanted to meet him. Obviously I did or I wouldn’t have shown this to her. After another few messages and phone calls, we agreed on a place to meet over drinks on Saturday night and if all went well, get a room on Sunday. We planned on having a drink and chatting for a half hour. Usually that is.