Handing Jaclyn my card, I looked over my shoulder as Amanda stood up and spoke to Michy in hushed tones.<br/><br/>Noting the sad look to her expression, I frowned and walked over to her.<br/><br/>“Siempre hay una necesidad para alguien como tú, Amanda,” I murmured, wincing at my pigeon Spanish, hoping it was close to what I meant to say. “I did say I was going to be right back for that drink, and whether you would like it now or later, I’ll have it waiting for you if you are of a mind. After all, the clubhouse may be gone, but those who were members are still here - as is the spirit behind it.”