It was part of my theory concerning her depression, and the long periods of time when she would remain secluded from everyone.It was about seven fifte...en when Mrs. Parsons joined us for dinner. Bea and I were both wearing casual clothing. Mrs. Parsons wore a robe, her hair was unkempt, and she smelled, faintly, of alcohol. When she spoke, any doubts I might have entertained about her drinking were quickly vanquished."Forgive my appearance, Kenny. Tell me what you need from me." I noticed the. I could fit in what I thought I needed and I can always do laundry at Melanie’s if I need to.”We walked out to the car and after Stephanie got in the back, I helped Jennifer into the passenger seat. We made good time and were at the Spencers’ within an hour. Melanie greeted us at the door.“Oh my God, Jennifer!” she gasped.“Melanie, shush,” I said reprovingly. “She needs a shower and some fresh clothes.”“Stephanie, come on,” Melanie said. “Let’s help her.”The girls headed up the stairs and I. Well, then could I have a towel? I'm--" It'll evaporate. Get your ass in gear." She worked fast, almost feverishly, and first he thought it was just to keep her mind off of her own nakedness and wetness. Then it occurred to him that there was something subtly different about her whole demeanor. She was more anxious to please now. It could be just that the shock of what she had done, and what she had been made to do, had counteracted the shock that Butch had put her through when he'd fucked her. I looked round the little room. Fresh paint. It was really gloomy in there. I got out my tablet and started to make notes.When Lida knocked on the door, I had my laptop open on the desk and papers scattered around. "Come in!" Oh ... am I interrupting? I am sorry..." No, it's okay. Really. I didn't intend to start work today." Dinner is ready. Will you come?" Absolutely! I lost track of time. I'm really hungry, Lida." You should pace yourself, Mister Brown. Make yourself take a break every.