It was driving down an aisle four rows away and heading in the direction of the mall itself. The traffic congestion near the mall entrances would slow... the van down, but Rockie wasn’t taking any chances. She hurried the girls along, telling them that others were waiting for their parking spot. She got both girls situated in the back seat with their seatbelts fastened before climbing into the driver’s seat, placing her purse on the passenger seat and running that seatbelt through the handle to. The motel didn’t have an exercise room, so I did my usual karate warm-ups, though double length, before taking a shower, dressing, and then walking to The Yolk’s On You for breakfast.Liz had just shown me to a booth when I saw Vickie come in. She spoke to Liz who pointed to my booth, then walked over.“OK to join you?” Vickie asked.“Sure. Have a seat.”The waitress came and poured coffee for us and I ordered my usual breakfast, while Vickie opted for a danish.“What’s up?” I asked.“Cecily is. In the confessional, I explained I had confusion over how to be a good wife. He loved providing guidance on being married and being a wife even though he never was either. Summed up, his curator's advice was; obey my husband, sex is good if for procreation, never divorce and ensure the children are raised as good Catholics. He admonished me to control my protestant fiancé’s sex urges until the wedding vows were exchanged. Once they were, I was to submit to them but not use birth control.With. ”“You can either pick her up in Amsterdam, or she could take the train either to Gorinchem or Zoetermeer.”“OK. I’ll talk to her tomorrow afternoon when I get to Amsterdam and I’ll let you know the plan on Wednesday morning. I’m renting a car because I want to stay in Amsterdam.”“Same hotel? The Tulip Inn on Spuistraat?”“Yes. Are you still seeing Wiepke?”“She transferred to the Munich office, so we broke up.”“A new girl?”“No. My marriage needs a bit of attention.”“Got it,” I replied. “I have.