"Well, love, it is a mess . . . but it sure as hell isn't your fault, baby. So quit saying that." As Maria comes back with the coffee, I finally start to regain a little composure . . . not doing you any good by being out of control. "I'm going down to the station in the morning and watch the next interview thru the one-way mirror; maybe they will learn enough that we can lock all these guys away for a long time."
"Looks like you will only be overnight; just enough that the doctor is satisfied with your progress by tomorrow. We can still hae a wedding next week . . . and a honeymoon a week after that. Alex will bring Molly home tomorrow night."
"Looks like you will only be overnight; just enough that the doctor is satisfied with your progress by tomorrow. We can still hae a wedding next week . . . and a honeymoon a week after that. Alex will bring Molly home tomorrow night."