Belinda greeted the twosome at the door. "Janet, what's going on?"
         "Is Amanda okay? Has anyone been by?"
         "Yes, she's in bed, and no, no one's been here... Are you all right?"
         "Why does everyone keep asking me that? So I saw Axel Green for real. So one of
     the most hurtful people to ever darken my doorstep has returned. Big deal! Who
     cares?" She blew past Belinda to check the windows for lurking faces.
         "She'll be fine," Trevor assured Belinda quietly.
         "What was Axel Green here for? How did he find her?"
         "We're still figuring that out, but somehow he heard about the wedding... and
     he's trying to get one last chance, I guess. Do you think Amanda's asleep yet?"
         "Well, I only left her room 15 minutes ago..."
         "I don't think he's figured out this address yet," Janet said, without much relief in
     her voice, returning from the window.
         "Sweetheart, he's probably high-tailed it out of town by now!"
         "Do you really believe that, Trevor?"
         He paused a moment before dropping his head. "No..."
         "I didn't think so." She dropped into a chair. "Why did I ever have to dig up Axel
     Green's name in the first place? Of all the people I could have come up with--
     but no, I had to go with THAT loser!"
         Trevor crouched down next to her and held her hand.
         "Janet," Belinda told her friend, "You hadn't seen this guy in years! There's no way
     you could have predicted he'd show up."
         "And if Axel keeps showing up, we'll take care of it." A noise at the top of the stairs
     got Trevor's attention. "Mandible... what'cha doing out of bed?"
         She let out a sniffle instead of a voice. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" Janet said,
     looking up.
         "It's... all my fault..."
         The three adults looked at each other, alarmed. Trevor went over and led her
     downstairs by the hand. WHAT'S all your fault, Amanda?"
         "I-- just wanted to thank him for leaving Mommy alone... now he's bothering her
     again and making her sad..."
         "How did you thank him?" Trevor asked, drawing her into his lap as they sat on the
     couch.
         "I-- I sent him a letter."
         "A letter?" Janet asked. "Where did you get his address?"
         "I didn't. It was on the computer." She told them how it happened-- as much as
     she knew, anyway.
         Trevor looked over at Belinda and Janet. "Sounds like a result of Tim's private eye
     skills and Harold's bad timing."
         "Maybe these two take after their dad a little too much," Janet added ruefully.
         "I'm sorry," Amanda said, "I was only trying to help--"
         Janet joined Trevor and Amanda on the couch. "It's okay, Amanda. No harm
     done."
         Belinda gathered her things. "I'll let you two tuck her back in," she said. "Janet, are
     we still getting together tomorrow to work on the plans?"
         She nodded. "I'm not letting ANYTHING get in the way of this wedding." She gave
     Trevor's shoulder a squeeze.
         "Thanks for sticking around," he told Belinda. "You really helped us out."
         "Anything for you guys." She scruffed Amanda's hair and then was gone.