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Episode 102 Scene 1: "Maura? Open the door!" Luke called through Maura's locked door. She groaned and burrowed deeper under the covers. "Come on, Dad and Jillie and I are going to see Jory. You should come with us. Maura?" He pounded on the door again. "Come on. You've been up here for three days now, Mo. Whatever happened between you and Jude is not as important as seeing Jory." Maura pushed the covers back staring at the door. He was right of course. Jory was the most important thing right now, but after the scene with Rick and Jude, she hadn't wanted to show her face in public again. She was humiliated and ashamed of herself for letting Jude be the one to tell Rick about Tristen. She felt even worse for slapping Jude the way she did. She'd made a mess of everything but Luke was right, Jory was more important than her own feelings. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, reaching for her robe. Pulling it on over her pajamas, she went to the door and opened it. Luke gazed at her with curiosity, taking in her unkempt appearance and the nightclothes she wore. "What is the matter with you, Mo?" "Nothing," she snapped back, pulling her robe tighter. "I just didn't get much sleep last night. I'll be ready in an hour, okay?" She took a step back into the safety of her room but he followed. "Come on, it's me you're talking to. I know something happened at the hospital with Jude..." She went to her dresser, pulling out a clean white t-shirt. "Do you want to talk about it?" "Not really, Luke," she answered, her eyes falling to her mother's picture on top of the dresser. Thank goodness her mother wasn't around to see the mess she had gotten herself into. "I'll be ready soon, I promise." "Jude came by yesterday," Luke said suddenly. Maura froze at the mention of Jude's name but recovered herself quickly. "He seemed pretty upset about what happened." "Too bad for him then," she replied tersely turning away from him. "Wait a minute. Last week you were moping around wishing that you and Jude were okay. What's going on?" Maura sighed and moved to stare out the window down at the street below. It was a beautiful spring day and summer was just around the corner but all she could do was lay in bed and feel sorry for herself. Was she feeling sorry for herself or for Rick who had just learned he had a daughter or for Jude who had made a mistake and was bearing the brunt of her anger? "I told you that Rick Upton and I were engaged when we were in college?" She inquired, her back still to her brother. "More or less. Jillie filled me in on it once upon a time when I wasn't so engrossed in my own life," he answered. "Rick was all about his career then," she continued resigning herself to telling at least one person the truth. "We discussed getting married and we both wanted to do that. But he refused to listen to any talk about children. He told me once that he would be a terrible father and that I would be a terrible mother. I just accepted that he was right and forgot about it. Until I got pregnant. It was an accident but I was thrilled. I started to tell Rick but he demanded to know if I was and did I know how stupid I was? So I made up my mind not to tell him and I left. But then I realized I couldn't raise a child on my own. I was too young...so I gave her away." She looked over her shoulder at Luke. "To Katrina and Bruce." "You mean..." She let it sink in before continuing. "Yes, Tristen is my daughter. I didn't tell anyone because it didn't seem to matter. Dad knows and Mom knew before she died. They wanted me to keep her and I probably would have if Mom hadn't been sick then." "But Rick didn't know?" She shook her head fiercely. "I couldn't tell him. It would have made things worse. Besides, he wouldn't have cared one way or the other." "Would he though? If it were me, Maura, I would have wanted to know." "You are nothing like Rick." She stopped for a moment to pick up a brush off her nightstand. She ran the brush through her hair trying to tidy the mess. "Everything was fine until he showed up and started prying into why I left in the first place. He would never have found out if it weren't for Jillie either." "Jillie? Okay, I'm confused now." "Jillie..." She took a deep breath trying to control the anger she still felt at Jillie's maliciousness. "Jillie found out about it. She found a letter I kept that Mom had written to me. And she told Jude. He's the one who told Rick." "Ah. I see," Luke answered, dropping his chin to his chest. "Makes perfect sense now...even if I do think you're being a little too harsh on him." "Hey! You're supposed to be on my side. It's that whole family thing, remember?" "I am on your side Maura. Look, when you're with Jude, you're happy. Everyone can see it. He made a mistake. So what? Have you listened to him? Let him explain himself?" "Wait a minute. You are giving me advice?" Maura rolled her eyes. "And since when are such an expert? Didn't you marry a woman for her money?" Luke shrugged at her stinging comment. "Sure I did. I made a mistake. But you have the chance to correct what could potentially be a crucial mistake. Forgive and forget, Mo." He looked down at his watch. "I'm leaving with Dad to see Jory. If you want to come, we'll see you there." He went back to her door glancing over his shoulder at her. "And leave the pity party at home. Jory doesn't need to see it or hear it." Scene 2: Checking her watch for the tenth time, Jillie glanced at the phone before rolling her eyes at her own impatience. Jory would have laughed to see her acting this way. Of course, when he did see her, she was going to make sure she was nothing less than her usual cheerful and fun-to-be-with self...which was asking a lot, given that they were all going to visit him as one big, happy family. Yeah, that was gonna happen. She'd told herself that she was going to wait. Give everyone else a chance to see Jory before she interrupted and demanded her own time. But she'd never been a very patient person. She liked instant gratification. So this waiting thing was really starting to get on her nerves. Grabbing her keys, Jillie strode to her front door, wrenching it open just in time to jump back, a startled scream catching in her throat as she saw Leo standing on the other side, his hand poised to knock. "What in the hell are you doing here?" she snapped, somewhat gathering her composure. Taking a step back, Leo lowered his arm and shrugged. "I was just in the neighborhood..." he started lamely. "Oh, don't give me that," Jillie groaned, bending down to pick up her keys before pausing to look back up at him. "Where did you get my address, anyway?" "I've got my sources," Leo told her, standing up straighter. He'd felt a little guilty about scaring her, but the remorse was quickly wearing off. "I wanted to check on y-...on Luke and Jory. How are they?" Running her fingers back through her long blonde hair, Jillie looked him over suspiciously as she stood up. "If you were any kind of friend, you'd know Luke is fine. He's been released from the hospital for a while now." "I did know that. But I was under the impression.... Never mind," he said, thinking better of his words. But it only served to pique Jillie's curiosity. "What?" she asked. "What impression were you under?" "How's Jory?" Leo countered, ignoring the question. Jillie hesitated for a moment before answering. "He's better. He's awake," she said confidently, her chin rising just a notch as if she were ready to back that statement up physically if she needed to. "Good. I know how worried you were." Her eyes narrowed and she tilted her head quizzically. "What are you really doing here, Leo?" "I told you - " "Yeah, you told me you wanted to check on Luke and Jory. But why not call the hospital? Call Luke's place. Hell, call Maura for all I care. I'm sure she'd love to give anyone and everyone the 'Pity me, I'm so fragile' speech. Why stop by my apartment?" "You've really got to get over yourself, Jillian," Leo laughed, shaking his head. "You haven't changed at all since high school, have you? Hard as it may be to understand, the entire world does not revolve around you." "I'm the one who hasn't changed?" Jillie echoed incredulously. "You're the one still following me around, insisting I owe you things. Why can't you get it through your head that it didn't happen ten years ago and it's certainly not going to happen now?" "Right," Leo said with a sharp nod. "Forgive me for momentarily giving a damn. It won't happen again." "Whatever," Jillie sighed impatiently. "I've got somewhere to be. So, if you'll excuse me...?" She arched a brow suggestively, rolling her eyes as he sketched a bow, making a mockery of an otherwise chivalrous gesture. "After you, m'lady." She muttered something under her breath and his brows rose in surprise, a cocky grin playing over his mouth. "Such obscenities are hardly ladylike," he pointed out. Jillie tossed her hair over her shoulder as she walked to her car, her back ramrod straight, feeling his eyes boring into her with every step she took. As she opened her car door and turned to slide inside, she mouthed another choice obscenity his way, followed by a saccharine smile. It wasn't until after she'd pulled out of her drive, away from the sight of him still standing on her stoop, that she dropped the smile and allowed herself to utilize her sailor's vocabulary to its full extent. The godforsaken man had even managed to put a damper on her visit with Jory. Somehow, she could almost imagine she could hear Jory's laughter in her head. She had no doubt he would be only too amused by her current predicament. Scene 3: And so her new life in high society begins. How frickin' delightful. Dressed in white slacks, black heels, and a black-white striped tank top, Vivian waited with annoyance in the foyer of Four Winds. She kept her limbs close to her body, afraid of scratching the marble floor with her heels or breaking an antique worth more than her inheritance. She didn't belong here. She wasn't a socialite...far from it. This was completely against her make up. Brunch with Gwen Mason. It seemed disgustingly superficial. Vivian whirled on her heel when she heard, 'Miss Marek.' She was already used to it. Awkwardly, she glanced at the marble floor, wondering if her stilettos had damaged it. She wasn't cut out for this. Heck, she was even nervous. Vivian averted her attention back to the butler and painted a smile on her face. "Mrs. Mason was unexpectedly delayed at the Mason Foundation," the butler told her with a stiff nod of his head. "She asked that you wait for her on the veranda." He motioned to the doors leading to the back of the house, leading her there. "She shouldn't be more than 30 minutes she said." He opened the door for her and ushered her outside where a wrought iron table was set for a meal. "Please sit. I'll send someone with coffee or tea for you." Thirty minutes was a long time and she could do something better with her time than wait on Gwen Mason. "Excuse me," she said, refusing to kiss the butt of Gwen Mason. "Can we reschedule this? I have a tight schedule today and thirty minutes of waiting just doesn't fit in." Dane descended the stairs, rubbing his eyes. He looked at his watch again, surprised that it read eleven a.m. He wasn't a late sleeper but lately he just didn't seem to get enough of it. The doors to the veranda were open and he followed the sound of voices, spotting Trevor, the butler, talking with a young woman he hadn't met before. "Has Gwen stood up another brunch date?" Dane asked, entering the fray. The butler blinked owlishly at him, shaking his head seriously. "No, Mr. Lennox," he replied, pulling himself up importantly. "She's been detained." "Ah. Well, that sounds about right." He turned to the young woman and smiled pleasantly. "I think you've been stood up." "Well, I realize Gwen Mason is incredibly important, but I have better things to do than wait on her," Vivian explained, irritation shadowing her voice. The butler looked at her with an amazed expression and she nearly asked him what his problem was. "Well, perhaps I can help you then. What was it you were meeting with Gwen for?" Dane asked, pulling out a chair for her at the table. "I don't think we need you anymore Trevor," he added waving off the butler. "Apparently she's a member of the Glen's high society welcoming committee." So she wasn't making the best impression with her attitude, but Gwen Mason's detainment rubbed her the wrong way. "So you're one of her new finds? Would you be Denise Soren or Vivian Marek?" He poured himself a cup of coffee, stirring a spoonful of sugar into it. "My aunt likes to drag the net, so to speak, for new members of her club. Would you like some coffee?" "Oh, new find that would be me, Vivian Marek," she responded dryly, giving the man a once over. He was cute in a pretty, spoiled, preppy, rich boy kind of way. "No thanks and her club would be?" "High society," he replied sipping the coffee. This would be the first of many to get himself going. "She is a queen bee here, Miss Marek. There are others who don't like it but there it is. I'd wager a guess that you've also been invited to Cecelia Adams' and Eleanor Fairchild's homes as well. Am I right?" "So evidently you support kissing the ass of high society, am I right? But, of course, you probably are high society, so why would you not? I, on the other hand, am not high society no matter how much money, I inherit, and that's not something I regret," Vivian explained. "But, as I said, I have better things to do with my time than wait on Gwen Mason." She'd rather wash her hair. Dane raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You don't know me, Miss Marek," he said calmly, "Might I suggest you keep your judgments to yourself until you get to know me? As for waiting on Gwen, you don't have to if you don't want to. What's keeping you here? Aside from your desire to make me feel like a jerk for having money? Which I might point out, you apparently have now as well." "I wasn-," Vivian began. She was bitter...a lot bitter, she knew that. What would have felt better, having her own hard-earned money in Florida even if it took her several years with Nicky or having inherited money now? The regret she had tried to keep down rose in the pit of her stomach. "What does it matter to Gwen Mason for greeting me because I have money now? I know she's a smart woman and therefore has researched my history and knows I'm Augustine Marek's illegitimate daughter. So I basically came here wondering what a socialite who makes it her lifetime achievement to have a flawless reputation would want with someone whose reputation is so tarnished...though I hear hers is less than golden now. Explain that to me because I genuinely want to know. By the way, what's your name?" "Dane Lennox. And I don't pretend to know what makes my aunt tick," Dane replied easily, dropping any hint of harshness. The woman had apparently had it rough recently. "She has her own agenda and doesn't usually tell us." Vivian realized she was revealing a bit much of herself and unconsciously backed off. "Well, I would say reschedule brunch, but it's really not of importance." She was secretly mad at herself for not turning down every brunch invitation she had received since her arrival. She wasn't here to fit in; she had bigger, better plans. She started to stand but realized she was stuck at Four Winds because she been dropped off. She really needed to get a new car. Maybe this time she would get an old Stingray. She mumbled a curse under her breath. "Hold on," Vivian said. She called Reid and asked him to come get here. "I don't have a new car yet so I'm stuck here for awhile." Great, this was going to make her day ten times more peachy. "Well, as long as you're stuck here, why don't you have something to eat?" Dane asked as Trevor appeared with a tray. "Might as well take advantage of a free meal." Scene 4: Liza was waiting for him at the end of the hall when he arrived at the hospital. She smiled at him as he approached, motioning for him to follow her into a deserted room. Luke glanced over his shoulder, making sure no one was paying attention and slipped into the room. "What's all the secrecy, Liza?" He asked, pulling her into his arms. "Do you have something to hide?" She gave him a reproachful look, kissing him gently. "You know perfectly well why we're in here, Luke Conlan," she admonished. "How is Jory?" "He's remarkable," Luke grinned thankful to relate at least one piece of good news. "Dr. Stafford says his recovery is going pretty well. He still has a blank spot in his memory but that might be a good thing." "How is that a good thing?" "Would you want to remember something that almost killed you? No, I didn't think so. You should go in and see him. I'm sure he would like a visit from someone who isn't Jillie." Liza nuzzled against him, sighing contentedly. "Now that is a sound I like to hear," he added, smoothing her hair. "I'm sorry I haven't been available this week. There's been a lot to sort out." "With Hallie?" She asked pulling back. "How did that go? Was she very upset? I mean, not that she would be because..." She cut herself off, holding back the words Luke knew she meant to say. "I didn't have the chance to tell her," he muttered dropping his eyes. He felt her pull away from him completely and, when he had the courage, he raised his eyes to hers. "She wouldn't give me a chance." "That sounds like Hallie. Do you think she knew what you were going to say?" "No...how could she? Look, I'll tell her. I will." He pulled her back to him. "There isn't anything that can stand between being with you." "That's really sweet. Do you use that on all your girlfriends?" She teased, giving him a playful swipe. "Seriously, though. You have to tell her. I don't want to sneak around. And I don't want to hurt Hallie if she finds out." "That is so sweet. But Hallie is a big girl. She knows why we got married and she'll understand this. Don't worry about hurting her feelings. Okay?" "I do worry, Luke. I'm just not ready for a relationship that is this complicated. Please, tell her so we can move on and see what we might be. Okay?" She gave him a pleading look that he answered with a rain of kisses. "For you, I would do anything." Scene 5: "Mr. Rollins." Hallie met the round little man at roadside cafe outside of town. He looked up at his name, grinning from ear to ear. "Well, as I live and breathe...if it ain't Hallie Lennox," he said in an unmistakable Savannah drawl. "How'd that whole aunt thing work out for you anyway?" Hallie gave him a quick, insincere smile that looked more like a grimace. "It went as well as could be expected...all things considered." She slid into the booth opposite him and picked up a menu. She wasn't really going to eat anything, but this would make them look less obvious. "I need your help again, Mr. Rollins." "Call me Buck. And you know I'm always available...for the right price. What do you need?" "Well first I need your discretion. I can't have you running around telling the world that we have an understanding. So, how much for that?" She was all business today. "Twenty grand. And I don't say a word." She raised an eyebrow at him, surprised. His prices had gone up. No matter, she thought, pulling out her checkbook and scrawling a check out to his "agency." She needed his cooperation and his silence at any costs. She slid the check over to him, smiling pleasantly. "I added a healthy retainer to that as well....Buck." He eyed the check greedily before tucking it into his pocket. If he were a cartoon character, Hallie thought with amusement, he would have dollar signs instead of pupils. "So. Now that you are officially hired. I need some information." "My stock and trade. What kind of information?" "There is a woman I hired about a year ago to be my secretary. Her name is Liza Gennaro." She took a photo of Liza from her purse and handed it to him. "She has a son and lives with her brother. I want to know anything and everything about her. Criminal records, hospital records, school records. I don't care. I want it all." "Liza Gennaro," Buck murmured taking notes. He raised a questioning eyebrow at Hallie. "So what's she done to you to incite your wrath? Stolen something?" "You could say that," Hallie replied, with a slight smile. "You could say that indeed." Scene 6: "Might as well take advantage of a free meal." Vivian's reluctance was written plainly across her face, but she took a seat. After all, waiting on the front step was a little ridiculous. "Sure," she answered shortly. "I knew your father a little," Dane said idly, watching Trevor set a tray of croissants in front of them. "He was an interesting man. Very secretive though." The comment itself was meant as a polite icebreaker but the look on her face made him retract his next comment. Instead, he looked upwards at the morning sky. "Going to be a beautiful day. Nothing like Virginia in the summer." Vivian picked at a croissant while he spoke, her mind seeming entirely somewhere else, but when he mentioned her father, she turned a cold look upon him. He seemed to catch the meaning in her look and quickly changed the subject. "So I hear. Rita and Reid can't stop gushing over him. I personally am slightly skeptical of the man, but maybe I'm just a little bitter." Her tone was lightly sarcastic, but darker towards the end. She couldn't imagine what this man thought of her with how she was presenting herself. Vivian reminded herself that she didn't care what other people thought, but she unconsciously draped a long leg across the other and set the croissant back on the plate. Again, she gave Dane the once over. Definitely cute, but not darkly handsome like Nicky. Dammit, she thought, when she realized she was comparing this man she didn't know to her ex-boyfriend. "I can understand bitter," Dane noted, watching her carefully. He was about to add that she seemed too young to be as bitter as she was but with impeccable timing, Gwen emerged from the house, positively glowing at the sight of them. "Oh please forgive me, Miss Marek!" She gushed to the young woman. "I'm chairing a fundraiser for the Valley Street Youth Center and could not get away from Max Jency. He's such an old dear but he is longwinded." Gwen offered another friendly smile, taking a seat next to Dane. "I see you've met my nephew Dane. How have you two been getting along?" "Just fine Gwen," Dane replied, feeling color creep into his face as he realized just what was going on. "Wonderful! And Miss Marek...may I call you Vivian? What do you think of our town so far? Seen anything you like?" Vivian raised an eyebrow in recognition, her trademark smirk coloring her face. She idly tucked a chocolate strand behind her ear. She stole a glance at Dane who was turning several shades red, oh how...um...cute, a man blushing. Of course, she could make even Nicky blush and that took quite a bit of talent. Averting her direction of thought, Vivian spoke up. "Yes, do call me Vivian," she gave Dane a good look before turning her attention back to Gwen, " and Dane's quite the charmer, kept me quite entertained." Vivian answered sweetly, her hand unconsciously shifting the diamond tennis bracelet back and forth over her slender wrist. "Conlan's Glen is a lot like the Florida town I lived in previously." Playing this game was a lot like working with the drunks at the bar she worked at down in Hope's Cove. You smiled, you flirted, you charmed, all the while you thought, 'this really sucks.' "Really?" Dane interrupted before Gwen could say anything else. "My cousin lived there for a while. Jamie Mason. He's here now of course, but what a coincidence." "Hope's Cove, hm? I visited Jamie there a time or two. I have to admit, I didn't care for it much." "It's a sleepy little town," Vivian agreed. She felt a pang in her chest, almost like a feeling of lose at what she had left behind in the sleepy, little town. She was pathetic. That's why relationships were a waste. Dane stood abruptly, dropping his napkin to the table. "If you'll excuse me, Miss Marek, I really should be running along. It was nice to meet you and maybe we'll meet again under less...unexpected circumstances." "Oh Dane, don't go just yet!" Gwen protested. "We've barely gotten to know Vivian!" She pulled on his hand, forcing him back into his seat. "Tell me Vivian, are you married? Engaged? Or is there someone special in your life?" As soon as Dane began to leave, Vivian had intentions of leaping up and leaving, too. Reid should be here by now. She started to move as well, but Vivian stopped when Gwen placed a hand on her wrist. "Married?" Vivian choked out like it was the most hideous sounding word in the English language. "I think not." The butler poked his head around a corner and announced that Vivian's limousine was here. She smiled politely, snatching her black handbag. "I have to be going, I promised to meet a friend," she explained, moving from her seat before Gwen could stop her. Gwen stood and followed her to the veranda doors. "It has been a pleasure meeting you, Vivian. I am sorry I was so late. I admit it was a little game on my part. I did want you to meet my nephew, Dane. He's been a little anti-social lately, you see and I wanted someone to bring him out of his shell. From what I've heard about you, well. There wasn't a better candidate. Please accept my apology for setting you up as I did?" From what she's heard? What had Gwen Mason heard? Vivian chuckled and shook her head. "Makes me wonder what you've heard," she replied with a genuine smile. "Thanks for brunch, Gwen, but I promised I would see my friend Reese Patrick's new home." "Of course, have a lovely time, Dear." Gwen turned back to Dane, smiling pleasantly. "Now that wasn't so terrible was it? See, you don't need to lock yourself in your room all the time, Dane! There are plenty of young ladies out there who would love your company. And I do think Vivian Marek is one of them." Dane shot her an angry glare but turned to catch a fleeting glance at Vivian as she left. He hated it when Gwen was right. Scene 7: Maura pulled her blazer over the crisp t-shirt and made her way downstairs. Her family had abandoned her a while ago, leaving her to get ready at her own pace. She wanted to see Jory contrary to what the rest of them might think but she didn't feel the need to see Jillie if she were there. She grabbed her bag and keys, ready to leave and pulled the door open. She met Jude's surprised face fighting the instinct to slam the door in his face. Give him a chance, Luke's voice said in her head. All right. A small chance. "Maura...I wasn't expecting-" "Of course you weren't. I'm sure you came here expecting to find me still hiding in my room. But I'm not. I'm okay. Surviving." Jude nodded, shifting uncomfortably. "I came to apologize. I had no idea you hadn't told him. I swear. I would never have said anything if it didn't look as if you had told him. I thought you were going to anyway and he had that picture. I made a mistake. I'm sorry." She could hear Luke's voice in her head again saying, "I told you so," and wished desperately that she had never let him into her room. She just wanted to be angry with someone! She should be angry with herself for letting this nightmare get this far. Instead, Rick was angry and hurt, Jude was confused and hurt, and she was being melodramatic about the whole thing. "I should have told him. I've made a mess of things...." "It isn't that bad, Maura," Jude interrupted. She could see him holding himself back though and that only made her feel worse. "Rick will understand and maybe now that he has his answer, he'll leave you alone." "He won't and you know it." She shook her head sadly, stepping out onto the porch with Jude. "He'll want more answers, more explanations. Now that he knows, I can't hide from him anymore." "Then I'll be right next to you when you explain..." "No." She took a deep breath and plunged on despite herself. It wasn't that she wanted to do it this way, but she had to. She would only go on being angry with him and him with her. She was doing what was right, he would understand that in time. "Have you stopped to think about our relationship? It's really twisted in its own little way. If you're not angry with me, then I'm angry with you." "That's just how relationships are." "No, they're not. I think you and I are spinning our wheels. We're just not right for each other, Jude. You have so much to offer but I don't think we fit." "But you fit with Rick?" Jude snapped, color filling his features. "Is this about Rick? Because if you want to go back to him, by all means, don't let me stop you. After all, you seem to enjoy his attention even if he likes to inflict pain on you." "Jude, please, this isn't easy. I don't want hurt you. I care about you!" "That's great," he muttered, rubbing his chin viciously. "What do you want me to do Maura? I've made some mistakes and so have you but that is no reason to just end it. We do have something whether you choose to see it or not. I don't know, maybe you're too wrapped up in your fantasy of Rick Upton. But if you can't see that I'm in love with you than that is your problem!" She stared at him speechless for a moment. In love? With her? He had never mentioned love before, nor had she for that matter. Her mouth fell open to say something but no words would come. He nodded his head knowingly and stepped backwards away from her. "That's okay Maura. I didn't expect some kind of declaration from you. An acknowledgment that I meant something maybe... You seem to know what you want and I guess it isn't me," he added sadly turning on his heel. "Jude don't leave it like this," she managed to squeak out. She hadn't planned on him being in love with her. "You can't leave it like this." He stopped but didn't turn. "You are the one who wanted this to end, Maura. I'm giving you your out. Go find Rick and see if your fantasy is real." He dropped his head momentarily and finished the walk to his car, not once looking back. |
