<strong>Emily</strong><br/><strong>At home</strong><br/><strong>At her desk</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Christ had she been wearing her jacket when the phone got hit? </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Oh I am fine thank you, Don Michele.”  </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">It was funny how formal she felt she had to be with him, considering they’d fucked quite a bit at one time.  But he just had that effect on her.  “Sorry my phone was off: it got hit, it looks like.  In my jacket perhaps.  But anyway I’m fine.”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">‘Awful news’? ‘Tragedy’?  What did that mean?  Bob?  Ricky?  Had the Family taken care of Jimmy already?  Or was it tragic for her in some way?</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Not daring to ask, she waited for him to get to the point.</span>