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I know it's been a really long time between updates. Apologies but life really had me by the (metaphorical) balls.
With thanks to Alfonsina, Dee, JannyB and Magdalync for keeping me honest. Special thanks to Magdalync who mercilessly cracked that editorial whip in this chapter, asking the hard questions and brooking no excuses.
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Disclaimer: Any characters you recognise from the books of Janet Evanovich aren't mine and I use them without permission. I make no profit from their use.
The storyline is mine, as are the characters that you don't recognise, including Hank, Paco, Alicia, Andy, and any incidental characters which appear through the story.
The Usual Mayhem
Chapter 24: Another door opens
The sound of a phone woke me before 7 am. As the ringing penetrated my sleep fog, I realized it was the apartment phone, not my cell. It kept ringing and I wondered why Ranger wasn't answering until I remembered he wasn't in the apartment. He'd left at dawn the previous morning, leaving me with the taste of his kiss on my mouth and a promise that he'd be gone no more than six days. He hadn't given me any details about the nature of his 'personal business' and I tried not to think about it, not much liking the images of leggy blonds that my imagination conjured.
The phone was persistent. I debated whether to answer; I couldn't think of anyone who would call me on Ranger's internal phone. Maybe it was the Justice League paging Batman to save the world, although they'd probably call on a secure bat-phone hidden behind a secret panel.
I groaned and sat up on the couch. The blanket I'd snuggled under was on the floor, the TV screen was dark except for the DVD logo floating around it, and I was covered in brownie crumbs. They were all that was left of Ella's fudge brownies which, accompanied by a tub of Ben and Jerry's and a bowl of strawberries on the side, had constituted dinner. I figured the combination had covered most of the important food groups. The sugar overload and an Indiana Jones movie marathon had lulled me to sleep.
I answered the phone, just to make it stop ringing, and heard an apologetic Brett calling from the control room. "Stephanie? Sorry to call so early. You've got some visitors downstairs asking to see you."
"Who is it?" I mumbled with my eyes half closed.
"Um...Mrs. Plum and Mrs. Mazur."
My eyes opened wide. "They're downstairs? The two of them are downstairs? Now? Why?"
"Mrs. Plum is demanding to know why you moved in with...um...why you're staying on seven, and Mrs. Mazur wants to check out the locker rooms."
I was speechless.
"Steph? The guy on the reception desk wants to know whether to let them up. Do you want to see them?"
No, of course I didn't want to see them. "Okay, I guess so. But stall them for a few minutes if you can."
I hung up and stood frozen for a moment, trying to come to grips with the idea of my mother and grandmother in Ranger's space. Oh, my God.
I picked up my cell phone from the breakfast bar and turned it on to scroll through my missed calls; there were eight from my mother since the previous afternoon. Mary Lou had called to warn me as soon as the 'burg rumor mill started spinning. Knowing a call from my mother was imminent, I'd turned off the phone. I couldn't face that conversation until after Johnnie Walker and a bout of ironing had mellowed her hysteria. That's why she was here at the crack of dawn; she wasn't taking any chances of me evading her tongue-lashing.
I hauled ass into Ranger's bedroom to put on some clothes, washed my face and pulled my hair into a ponytail. Closing the bedroom door tight behind me, I raced through the living room to pick up my mess, brushed the crumbs off the couch and fluffed the cushions. With a deep breath, I opened the door. My mom was just stepping out of the elevator with Lester following, my grandmother's arm through his as he firmly held her other hand against his arm; he didn't want to risk her hands wandering to other parts of his anatomy.
Lester must have used his charm to stall them and the charm switch was still engaged. He unravelled Grandma's arm from his and steered her gently in front of him. "Ladies, it was my pleasure. Let me know when you're ready to go and I'll show you the way to your car in the garage." He winked at me as the elevator closed on his smiling face.
Mom turned to look at me wide-eyed. "I didn't park in the garage. How did my car get in the garage?"
I shook my head. "Don't ask."
I stepped aside and gestured them into the apartment, showing them into the living room. Mom settled on the edge of the couch, trying to check out the room without being obvious. Grandma didn't bother disguising her curiosity and wandered around, poking her nose into everything. Thank God I'd shut the bedroom door. Just the thought of Grandma seeing the photos on display in there gave me palpitations.
I brought in mugs of coffee and sat in the armchair, prepared to be grilled. Grandma winked and nodded at me, offering solidarity. Mom clasped her hands tightly in her lap. She cleared her throat, fixed her eyes on me and started.
"Eddie told me you had to move out of your apartment for your own safety because you're being stalked by another crazy person. Then you moved in with this Ranger. And then – what a surprise! – you and Joe broke up again. You don't bother to tell your family any of this and you won't answer your phone. It's all over the neighborhood; we had to hear it from every gossip who has our phone number. You didn't think we had a right to know? You didn't think we'd be worried, hearing it all second-hand?"
I slumped into the armchair. "I'm sorry, Mom."
"I don't want to hear I'm sorry. I want to hear what's happening in your life. I want to hear why you're doing all this." She didn't yell; she was calm, reasonable, unflustered. With her hands neatly folded in her lap, she waited for me to respond.
Complaints and recriminations I knew how to handle; Mom listening attentively for my response was totally outside my experience. Okay, then. I did some mental knuckle-cracking, took a big breath and gave her the Cliffs Notes version of the last three days, judiciously censoring the incriminating parts relating to Ranger.
When I finished, Grandma put down her coffee and reached across to pat my knee. "I always knew you had spunk. It's not every woman has the gumption to walk away from the best buns in Trenton. Ain't she a pip, Ellen?"
My mother was contemplating her lap. Grandma wasn't satisfied. "Aren't you going to say anything? Ellen, tell your daughter that her mother is right behind her."
Mom looked up at me. "Stephie, have you thought about what you're doing?"
Mom's use of my old, affectionate, childhood diminutive threw me for a moment and Grandma cut in before I could reply.
"Of course she's sure! She gave him back the ring and everything!" Grandma shot me a look and shook her head disapprovingly. "That wasn't such a great idea, if you ask me; everyone knows you get to keep the ring."
"Would you let me talk? Is it too much to ask that you let me talk to my daughter?" Mom snapped at Grandma and turned to me again.
Mom paused to gather herself and then asked calmly, even gently, "I just wondered whether you made the decision in the heat of the moment or whether you've thought it through. You can be a little impulsive. Stephie, why did the two of you break off the engagement?"
I scrutinised her carefully, in case this was a trick question, but she seemed genuinely interested to hear. Maybe this time she'd get it. "It's been a long time coming, Mom. Joe is just the wrong man for me, and I'm the wrong woman for him. We disagree about all the important things so then we break up and get back together out of habit but we can't seem to find a way through to where both of us can be happy. We finally realized it's never going to change and stopped deluding ourselves it would work out. I can't make him happy without making me unhappy."
"You don't love him?"
I rubbed my knuckles over my breastbone to ease the ache in my chest as I replayed the memory of Morelli disappearing through the door to his house. The door had snicked shut behind him, closing off forever one chapter of my life.
"Not like that. Not enough to give up what I need. I can't change who I am, Mom, and he can't become a different kind of man for me either."
I steeled myself for a tirade but Mom just nodded. "Okay. If you know in your heart that being married to Joseph would make you unhappy, then you're doing the right thing."
Say, what? I shook my head, certain I'd misheard. "You're not mad? You're not disappointed?"
She gave me a one-shouldered shrug. "I know I pushed you too hard about Joseph. I got carried away." That was a big admission for my mom and I saw her flush a little with embarrassment. "It worries me so much, watching you scramble to make ends meet and putting yourself in danger. I want life to be better for you. I hoped if you settled down with Joseph, you'd be happier. Wishful thinking. It's not exactly a surprise that you want to live life on your own terms. You always did, even when you were a little girl. It made me crazy, you were always trying all kinds of things, always doing things different to everyone else. I never knew what kind of trouble you'd get into next. I still worry about those things. I don't want you hurt."
I stared open-mouthed at my mother. She gave me a small, nervous smile. "Did you know I wanted to be a chef when I was a kid?" I shook my head slightly, disconcerted by the sudden change in topic, and she continued. "My dream was to open a French restaurant in New York City. I wanted to earn a Michelin star."
Grandma was astonished. "You never told me! You always said you wanted to be a nurse."
"That was after Mrs. Salvatore gave me a D in Home Economics. She told me fine cuisine was an art, and I didn't have an artistic bone in my body."
Grandma snorted. "Sour grapes. My chicken paprikash beat her cock-a-vein [Coq-au-vin, but Grandma can't speak French] in the Knights of Columbus cook-off that year."
Mom shrugged. "Well, I believed her. After that, I was scared I'd make a fool of myself so I backed off. Then I met Frank and we fell in love and I settled down in the 'burg, just like everybody else. I stayed home and looked after my family. I haven't been unhappy."
Grandma leaned closer to Mom and patted her knee. "Is that why you're taking all those French cooking classes at the community college? I've been wondering."
"I thought maybe a could start a private catering business. Maybe it's a stupid dream but even if it doesn't come to anything, it'll be worth it because I'm having so much fun." Mom looked back at me. "I wish I'd been brave enough earlier to try what I wanted. You are. You live your life so boldly. You don't let other people's opinions hold you back. I worry, but I'm proud of you."
I blinked intently into my mug; the coffee dregs at the bottom were strangely fascinating. I come from a long line of emotionally repressed people whose attitude to talking about feelings was akin to farting in public. Other than the time she ran over a giant rabbit who was gunning for me, Mom's love and support has always been expressed by feeding me. This heart to heart was comparable to a six-course turkey feast with all the trimmings followed by a ten-tiered, giant-sized chocolate sacher torte topped by Bombe Alaska. I had no idea how to respond.
Mom cleared her throat and sounded a little husky when she spoke. "Your father and I want you to be happy. I was wrong to push you to marry Joseph. I know I can't tell you who to love or what to do with your life. "
The conversation was so raw and real we couldn't look directly at each other. From the corner of my eye, I saw my mom blinking rapidly and showing an inordinate interest in the grain of the couch leather. I had an urge to leap over the coffee table to wrap my arms around her waist and bury my face in her lap, the way I did when I was a little girl, but that would have embarrassed both of us.
Grandma broke through the awkwardness. "Well, isn't that something! I knew the Mazur spirit couldn't have jumped a generation."
Galvanized by Grandma's return to form, Mom picked up the coffee mugs and took them into the kitchen. Her habitual polite expression snapped back on and our trip through an alternate dimension was over. Mom put the mugs in the sink and checked out the kitchen, admiring the granite breakfast bar, the gleaming cabinetry, and the state-of-the-art fixtures, all in showroom condition. "It's a beautiful kitchen. Very functional. And it's spotless. Does your...friend cook?"
I didn't doubt Ranger could cook if he wanted to. I'd seen him toast a bagel and make a salad just like a pro. I shrugged. "Ranger works really long hours so his housekeeper usually cooks for him."
Mom sniffed. She was reserving judgment. "Is he already at work at this hour?"
"He's out of town for a few days."
"Hmm," she responded, her eyes turned speculatively towards the closed door at the end of the hall. There was a long pause during which I could practically hear the wheels turning as Mom thought about the sleeping arrangements and the implications of Ranger's absence. "Stephanie, would you call that young man now so he can take us down to the car? I have to drop off your grandmother and do some grocery shopping."
"I want to look around the gym and the locker room first," Grandma insisted. "I want to see how all those big, muscley men keep themselves fit; maybe they can give me some exercise advice."
Right. That's the only reason Grandma wanted to ogle good-looking men stripped down to their gym shorts, so she could pick up fitness tips.
There was an awkward pause at the door before Mom pulled me to her and we hugged. She pecked my cheek before letting me go. Lester escorted them to the elevator and I gave them a finger wave, unable to speak for the lump in my throat.
I had another, quiet, cup of coffee then called down to the control room and asked to be put through to Lester.
"You okay, monada? [beautiful babe] Did it go okay with your mom?"
Totally twilight zone would have been a better description but I kept that to myself. "Yeah, it was fine. Did the guys survive Grandma?"
Lester snorted. "She cleared out the gym. Wanted to check if Bobby's muscles were real; wanted to check him out all over."
I cringed a little. I love my grandma but sometimes she's a little too vaudeville. "Do you and Hank mind if we start digging on Alicia after lunch? I have to go into the bonds office this morning."
"No problem. We'll print out the searches so you can start analyzing them when you get back."
I smiled. It felt good that they acknowledged my peculiar talents. "Thanks, Les. Hey, do me a favor? Run some searches on her dad's soldiers, going back awhile; I think we should dig into possible links from her childhood – you know, family body guards who may still have a soft spot for her from when she was little, that kind of thing."
"That's a great idea. Okay, we'll broaden the parameters."
The hour spent with Mom and Grandma had been emotionally exhausting – in a surprisingly good way, but it had earned me some Boston crèmes. As I wasn't planning on staying out long, Woody and I took one car and we stopped off at the bakery on the way to the bonds office. I breezed in with two dozen donuts, minus four that Woody and I ate on the way in. Woody stayed in the shiny black SUV, parked curbside right out front, and enjoyed the last of his bounty while I went in to face the third degree.
Connie and Lula looked up from where they were hunched over the computer screen and whooped when they saw me. Could be the donuts that inspired the whooping. We worked our way through breakfast while I filled them in whenever I could get a word in edgeways between their questions. Their primary interest was hearing the details of my breakup with Morelli and the inside scoop of what was happening in Ranger's bed. My primary interest was in dodging those same details and getting out intact.
After they had pumped me for all I was willing to give them, Connie finally handed over four skip files and a check.
"Rangeman said to make the whole amount out to you," she said.
I stared down at the check for Bordhern with Lula looking over my shoulder. She whooped again.
"Didn't I say you could take that sucker?" Lula declared. "You should listen to me next time. You should have more confidence, especially when you got me watchin' yo' back. You earned yo'self fifty big ones, girlfriend. That's gonna buy you a shitload of shoes."
My eyes glazed over and the three of us observed a moment of awed silence as we contemplated the possibility of a closet full of new designer heels. Then I remembered I needed to replace everything Alicia had slashed, refurnish and restock my apartment, find another car to replace the Mustang, pay off Macy's, and pay for Ranger's new watch.
I pocketed my check and grabbed the four skip files. "I better get going. I've got some searches to do at Rangeman." I gave them a finger wave and took off to deposit my loot. The visit to the bank was much more satisfying than usual, even though I knew the five-figure balance wouldn't last long.
Woody and I took a detour on the way back to Rangeman to scan for one of the new skips Connie had given me. Gilbert Salieri, who spent his days and all his money on maintaining a whoopy weed daze, had approached an off-duty cop in the 7-11 car park hoping to swap some 'A-grade shit' for the tub of Cherry Garcia the cop had just bought. Bertie was pretty thick with Dougie and Mooner and I figured he would be an easy pick up.
Bertie opened the front door of his shared abode wearing saggy underwear and old sports socks with holes in the toes, and a floppy, white, fisherman's bucket hat. Must have been watching Gilligan's Island reruns. Thin as a reed, with knobby knees and elbows, he blinked at us through dazed, red-rimmed eyes. He had no idea he'd missed his court date and was very apologetic about making us wait for him to pull on some jeans. We didn't bother cuffing him and, all the way to Trenton PD, he kept apologizing for inconveniencing us.
I checked the PD lot for Morelli's police issue rust bucket but I couldn't see it. The station was unusually quiet, just the desk sergeant, an old guy nearing retirement who paid me cursory attention and processed Bertie with speedy efficiency. I took the body receipt and turned to go, and Morelli walked in through the door.
We both froze, uncertain of how to respond. Woody walked on toward the door, nodded politely to Morelli. He looked at me and jerked his head toward the parking lot to indicate he'd wait for me outside.
Morelli recovered first and put his cop face firmly into place. "Hi," he said.
"Hi, Joe," I greeted him cautiously, approaching to within three or so feet of him.
He cleared his throat. "I talked to Father Gabriel this morning and explained the situation."
"Oh. Thanks, Joe. I appreciate it." It surprised me that Morelli had acted so quickly but I was relieved he'd taken that difficult task out of my hands. Making the call would have been a bitter pill for him. "Is there anything I need to do?"
Morelli shook his head. "No. I took care of it."
"Okay, then. Thanks." I nodded. "I was going to make some calls tonight to cancel the invitations for Saturday week. Do you want me to ––?"
Morelli's smile was rueful. "The rumor mill's spinning. I don't think we need to do much."
Connie had told me that his mom and Grandma Bella had been on his doorstep this morning, much the same way my mom and Grandma had arrived to straighten things out with me. I knew this latest incident was already being woven into the colorful tapestry of Chambersburg mythology.
"I've asked Mooch to make some formal calls on my behalf; you could ask Mary Lou to do the same for you," he suggested.
"I'll think about it. What about..." I hesitated for a moment, "...the christening this weekend, and Grandma Bella's—"
Morelli shook his head. "Not your problem. I'll deal with my family, you deal with yours."
"Okay," I nodded, "that makes sense. Thanks. I better get back to work. Take care, Joe."
He stood silent as I stepped past him to the door.
I turned to look at him.
"You don't need to avoid me, okay? I'm going to need some time to..." he shrugged, leaving the rest unsaid, "But there's no need to make it more awkward than it already is. We can be civil, right?"
"Sure. Yeah, we can do that," I agreed, my voice struggling to get past the lump in my throat. I nodded like a bobble-head doll and my eyes started to prickle with tears. I blinked hard. "You're a good man, Joe."
"Yeah, that's me." His smile didn't succeed, twisting bitterly at the end, and he turned away abruptly to return to his office.
The rest of the day I spent at Rangeman with Lester and Hank, buried under an avalanche of background reports on Alicia. As well as our searches, we had phone and banking records, and surveillance reports on her movements since Rangeman had taken on Andy Lopez' security.
"How did we get these?" I asked Lester, looking up from a transcribed phone conversation with her grocer that informed me that Alicia had personally ordered some fresh asparagus.
Lester stared back at me silently.
"We've bugged her phones? Jesus, Lester. You guys scare me sometimes."
Lester shrugged. "We're responsible for Andy's security. She's dangerous to others, not just to you."
Hank sat back in his chair to stretch out his shoulders. "So far we've got nothing; no old flames, no recent contact with any of her father's soldiers or associates. She must have found a local hire to deliver the flowers."
Lester shook head. "We know she's not connected around here. Unless she's been making contacts in her dreams, she hasn't been near any local talent."
"That's another thing," I interjected. "There's something odd about how the roses were delivered. If she paid a local guy to scare me off or punish me or give me some kind of message, he did a rotten job. I can't see Alicia putting up with incompetence. But if it's someone she knows, maybe someone who's doing her a favor, maybe she didn't realize he wasn't doing the strong-arm stuff."
Two manly brows twitched. Lester sighed. "Okay. We'll think of where else to dig and then run some more searches tomorrow when we're fresh. I'm gonna call it a night."
Ranger didn't turn up overnight. Admittedly, he had been gone only two days so it was unlikely he'd be back so soon, but I still hoped I'd wake up with him next to me. A girl can dream, right?
I missed our daily phone calls. He never called when he was 'in the wind' but I'd gotten used to hearing his voice and the comfort of sharing the details of our day. Although the most significant event in my life since he'd gone I wouldn't share over the phone anyway. The best I could do to get some happy was a Bulgari shower-gel experience.
After breakfast, I dragged my ass downstairs to meet Lester and Hank. We spent another four, frustrating hours prying into the lives of former and current employees and associates of the Alvarez-Pereira clan looking for possible connections between any of them and Alicia. Nothing but dead ends.
By midday I was stir crazy and itching to get out of the building. "Lunchtime," I announced.
Lester pushed back his chair. "Let's go out to eat. Maybe a change of scene will help."
"I want a burrito," Hank said, as he stood and stretched his arms.
I admired the spectacle of Hank's muscles working beneath his t-shirt, then glanced away before I was caught gawking. "Sorry, no can do, guys. Paco's down from New York and I'm taking him to lunch."
Lester grinned at me. "I hope you're taking him to Shorty's because I'm watching your body today, and I'd kill for a pizza."
"I'm thinking Pino's."
Lester's grin turned wry. "I'm thinking that after Sunday's events, you might want to go somewhere that's not in the 'burg."
He had a point; in the eyes of the 'burg, taking another man to lunch at Pino's would be a lot like throwing it in Morelli's face. My mood deflated further.
Lester winked at me. "Hey. You know all of us here have got your back, right?" I cracked a smile.
"Are you going to be gone the whole afternoon?" Hank asked.
I shook my head. "No, it won't be a long lunch."
We all took the elevator down to the garage and peeled out in three cars, me leading the procession in the Mercedes, Lester and Hank exiting behind me in two shiny, black Explorers. Hank turned south, headed for Casa Bella on Hudson for his burrito, and Lester followed me east on State Street.
I was meeting Paco at a friend's photography studio that he was checking out for the calendar shoot. He thought it would be easier for him to come to Trenton than to control twelve crazy old ladies in New York, and he'd come down to organize the details and equipment for his borrowed premises in preparation for the shoot the next week.
Paco was on the sidewalk talking to a skinny guy with a goatee. I parked the Mercedes and Paco threw me a big grin, ended the conversation with the goatee guy and turned to grab me in a tight clinch to spin me around off my feet. We were both laughing by the time he put me back down on the ground. Lester leaned back against the Explorer and watched us, shaking his head slightly.
Paco grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door of the studio. "We won't be long," he assured Lester, "I need to show Steph how things are going to work so she can help me explain it to her grandmother."
"Nope, I'm coming in," Lester insisted, and followed us into the reception area. He wasn't going to let me out of his sight in an unsecured building.
The studio itself was a stripped down warehouse-type space, with walls painted matte black, big studio lights on adjustable stands and fixed to ceiling struts, reflective screens, light diffusers, pulleys and props. Lester checked out the security and rear exits and Paco showed me around while he explained how he was going to set up the shoot. The space was relatively small and it didn't take long.
Half an hour later, Paco and I pulled up outside Shorty's. Lester sat on his own in a corner between the front and rear exits and his back to the wall with a clear view of the whole room. He got to work immediately on a blond waitress and I watched as she settled in the chair next to him within thirty seconds of Lester smiling at her.
We ordered and Paco slid a black leather box across the table. Ranger's birthday present. I hadn't paid much attention to the photos of the watch, being much more amused at the time by Paco's accolades. I opened the box to take a good look at it. The design was deceptively simple despite all the techno-slick features Paco had raved about. It was sleek, elegant, understated, matte black with a non-reflective face, and it weighed much less than I expected. It was beautiful and tasteful, perfect for Ranger.
"It does everything but make coffee, if I recall correctly," I joked. I glanced at the inscription on the back.
Paco smiled. "It says exactly what you asked for on the phone. And seeing it's in Spanish, I'm assuming it's not for your Italian fiance." He looked pointedly at my naked left hand and then back at me. "Former fiance?"
I took a sip of my coke and stared down at the bottle. "Yeah. But I don't want to talk about it, Paco."
He could read between the lines. "Okay, we won't. But I hope Ranger appreciates it."
Oh, boy. Whenever I thought about what I was admitting by giving the watch to Ranger, it freaked me out. I wasn't ready to talk about it to anybody. Our pizza arrived and we turned our attention to the food.
While I ate, Paco talked about the shoot. He normally had five or six assistants on a big commercial shoot, but he'd be using a skeleton crew of two for the calendar. Georgie, the makeup artist, would get each model into costume and take care of hair and makeup and then hand them on to Sam for the set-up. Meanwhile, Paco wanted me to keep them quietly seated in the reception area while he and his team handled one old lady at a time.
"Are you deranged? We'll never get out of there alive. I can't even control Grandma when she's on her own. It'll be like herding cats."
"I'll bribe them."
"With what?"
"I'll think of something. Let's go talk to your grandma and see what we can work out."
"You want to go now?"
Paco shrugged. "No time like the present. We're shooting next week."
I looked across at Lester, who was whispering something into the waitress's ear that was making her lick her lips. He looked straight over at me and I gestured my head towards the door. We left money on the table and headed out.
Under the guise of coffee and cake in my mother's living room, serious business was going down. Mom was next to Grandma on the couch, I was in the armchair in the corner and Lester had escaped from his original seat on the couch, where Grandma had enjoyed easy access to his person, to take up a defensive position on my dad's easy chair. Paco and Grandma were horse-trading across the coffee table.
Mom, Lester and I swung our heads between the two of them like spectators at a tennis match. Lester and I were having a good time with it; there was no popcorn but we were polishing off the coffee cake. I snuck a glance at Lester, who wasn't even trying to suppress his grin. Mom looked like she'd be having a visit with Johnnie Walker as soon as we left.
Paco was going in for the kill. "Edna, if you or any of the others so much as blink out of turn, you can kiss good-bye to any chance of me inviting Warren Beatty to the launch. In fact, if I'm not happy with the photos, I'll pull out altogether."
Grandma narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you playing hard ball with a bunch of vulnerable old ladies?"
"Yes, I am. And you are not a vulnerable old lady; you are a she-devil."
Grandma blinked a couple times, trying to look hurt and innocent, but Paco wasn't buying it.
Grandma dropped the ill-attempted ingenue look and leaned forward with a business-like glint in her eye. "I've got some conditions, too. We give you our full cooperation, and you bring six real lookers to the launch. They don't all have to be celebrities but they've got to have all their parts in working order, you know what I mean? And Warren Beatty launches the calendar with me."
Paco held out his hand across the coffee table. Grandma shook it. A small whimper came from Mom's seat.
I helped clean up the dishes and we made our way out. Mom looked pale and dazed but was holding it together enough to bid us a dignified goodbye. "Thank you for dropping by. Stephanie, are you coming to dinner Friday night?"
"Sure, unless something urgent comes up for work. I'll call you."
Lester and I stepped onto the porch, just in time to see Alicia racing in four inch heels from behind Ranger's Mercedes and into the passenger seat of a waiting silver sedan. The car burned rubber as it screeched away.
I looked back at the Mercedes. It looked intact, except for a plume of smoke coming from where a burning rag had been stuffed into the gas tank. Uh oh.
Lester and I flung ourselves onto the other three, pushing them back through the door and onto the floor as the gas tank exploded. The concussive boom of heat and noise rocked over us and various car parts flew out in concentric shock waves. I heard screaming. Might have been me and mom.
Lester helped everyone off the floor and checked quickly that no one was hurt before taking out his phone to report in to Tank. On unsteady legs, I helped Grandma and Mom get to the sofa. The two of them were chattering in an adrenaline high. Paco was watching the action from the door and Lester was outside, securing the scene. Sirens were already at the end of the street.
I'd caused the destruction of Ranger's newest, late-model, luxury sports car. Again. I knew what he'd say; I could even hear his voice in my head: Things can be replaced, babe. People can't. But I was bowed down by the guilt of it. My cell phone interrupted my self-pitying thoughts with the sound of the bat-theme.
I stared at the phone in disbelief. Ranger was off with the wind, possibly in some far-flung corner of the globe; he couldn't know I'd killed another car. This had to be a coincidence. I walked to the kitchen to answer in privacy.
"Hey, Ranger."
"Babe, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Everything's good." And it was. Hearing his voice created a rush of warmth right down to my toes that made everything okay. Well, not everything. The Mercedes, the Rangeman Explorer and several of the neighbor's cars weren't okay. "Why are you asking? Are you back in Trenton?"
"I'm at the airport in Arizona on my way back. Your car went off the grid."
"How can you know that if you're in Arizona?"
Ranger raised his left eyebrow, waiting silently for more information. I couldn't see him but I knew that's what he was doing.
I sighed. "It was parked outside my parents' house and Alicia blew it up while Lester, Paco and I were having coffee and cake inside. No one was hurt. The car is a write-off, though. I'm really sorry, Ranger."
"Babe, it's not your fault. As long as you're not hurt, the rest isn't important."
His reassurance made my eyes prickle so I had to blink away the blurry vision. "I was tempting fate. I knew I should have swapped it out for the Buick."
"I told you it was yours as long as you wanted. I meant it. Has Alicia been made?"
"Yeah, there were half a dozen eye witnesses and Lester's giving the police everything we've got on her. But there's still no lead on her accomplice. He was probably driving the car today."
"I'll handle him. I'm calling Tank now to put more men on you 24/7. Morelli is just going to have to deal with surveillance on his house."
Ranger hadn't heard about me and Morelli. He thought I had moved in as planned. This was where the rubber hit the road.
I took a breath. "No need to put anyone on Morelli's house. I didn't move in there. I'm staying on seven."
There was a long silence on Ranger's end of the line. Just the white noise of airport bustle in the background. The long pause made me nervous. "Is that okay? I can move back to my apartment as soon as Dillon's finished with the maintenance work. It'll only be a few days –"
"Stephanie, it's okay. It's very okay. Stay as long as you want."
When Ranger used my whole name he was either really serious or really pissed off. I was going with the former and I blew out a breath.
He sounded hesitant when he next spoke. "Are you postponing the move?"
"No. I'm not moving in with him at all. We ended the engagement."
Ranger didn't respond and the long silence seemed even longer as my heart began to race. This was a big conversation and not one I planned to have over the phone. I could hear my pulse in my ears. The urge to break the tension got stronger and I knew I'd be blurting out something stupid any second if Ranger didn't speak.
I heard him suck in air. "I need to call Tank before my flight boards, babe. But you and I have unfinished business."
"Yes, we do."
"I'll see you when I get back. We're going to talk."
"Okay. How long does it take to fly from Arizona, anyway?"
"I'll be back at Rangeman in eight hours."
"Ranger?" I got in before he disconnected. He waited for me to continue.
"I'm really, really sorry about the car."
"Babe. If it'll help you feel better, I'll consider some suitably pleasurable forms of atonement for you. You might even enjoy the experience as much as I will."
Holy hot flash. I leaned against the cabinets.
Ranger disconnected without saying goodbye but that was okay because I was doing a fish imitation and couldn't talk. I put my phone on the counter and opened Mom's pantry, pulled out her Johnnie Walker and took a slug.


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Dieing From Shrooms
— Posted by zer0skill on 3:36 pm on Mar. 6, 2002
Is it really possible to overdose and die from shrooms?
— Posted by drybilgeltd on 6:16 pm on Mar. 6, 2002
I believe so. From time to time there will be an artical in the newspaper about someone being poisoned by mushrooms they had picked in the woods. It is very difficult to tell safe to eat mushrooms from deadly toadstools. They get their name from toads sitting on them like a stool I think ( seen this in a cartoon ). The damage is done to your liver. The mushrooms that make you go wacko are poisoning you also. People in Japan eat the poisonous Blowfish and think they are having a good time. From a documentary on the tely ( British expression for television ) they try to see how close they can come to dieing without actually croaking. I would prefer to die from lack of air do to too many kisses from someone I am very attracted to. There are some people I have met in this world that I like very much and it hurts me to see them do something bad to themself. So far there has been enough of them to make up for the large number of stupid assholes I do not like. If anyone takes offence to my slightly political comment I would like to apoligize now. I do care about you.
— Posted by somefukinsnapov on 5:11 am on Mar. 7, 2002
awwww.. well im all fuckin moisty!!lmao
jokes !! anyhoo ,i dont know if its an old wives tale or what ,but,
the guys i ate shrooms with were all older than me and fed me these stories that they have arsenic in them!!
i dunno if thats right or not but i eat them raw ..and im not dead ,but apparently they leach this stuff when u boil them and then eat them,boiling and drinkin the syrup is all good!!but i dont get it ??!'
and still dont know whether or not they were serious!!
and im not gunna find out either;)
— Posted by Cook14u on 6:33 pm on Mar. 8, 2002
NAME : Psilocybin
CHEMICAL NAME : 3-[2-(Dimethylamino)ethyl]-1H-indol-4-ol dihydrogen phosphate ester
ALTERNATE CHEMICAL NAMES : O-phosphoryl-4-hydroxy-N,N-dimethyltryptamine; Indocybin
MELTING POINT 220-228 C (Crystals from boiling water)
MELTING POINT 185-195 C (Crystals from methanol)
pH 5.2 (in 50% aq ethanol)
LD50 285 mg/kg i.v.(mice) I hate Mice Fuck em! Fuck the rabbits too.
LD50 280 mg/kg i.v. (rats) LD50 12.5 mg/kg i.v.(rabbits)
— Posted by qube on 7:13 pm on Mar. 8, 2002
You prob can OD, but it aint regular, the most likely reason of death is getting high and doing summit whilst on a trip, ive heard a story bout 2 guys getting high and one of the woke up and his mate was naked sleeping in the snow, and was dead 🙁
Also bout picking the wrong type, it ain tthe shroom doing the damage its the dumb fuck picking the wrong mushroom.
— Posted by Mr Mushrooms on 7:17 pm on Mar. 8, 2002
Being Mr Mushrooms you'd think I'd know a bit more about my namesakes but it's entirely possible to die if you pick random mushrooms that are in some way poisineous. As with any drug you should always trust the person your buying it off, otherwise it is very, very ahrd to OD on regular magic mushrooms.
Mushrooms forever.
— Posted by bigboom on 11:09 pm on Mar. 8, 2002
well its possibl to O'd on anything bad 4 your body i had freind who spent 2 weeks in the hospitol for whippets he stole 3 boxes of 30 were he worked couse he was bout to fired did did23 started th 24th and had a sceizure then fell into a coma
— Posted by The Great Milenko on 4:29 am on Mar. 9, 2002
The lsd mith that somefuk was talking about was started by ppl who lace their shrooms with lsd to give them an extra kick, and sometimes they use arsenic in the lsd to help it bind to blot paper, so if you buy them from someone and they say that one or two will get you really trashed then they're probably laced, not that thats a bad thing but if your paranoid about them having aresenic in them, just grow them, not too hard, and if you live in the Uk or the Us you've got so many places on the net that ship shroom spores, that way you'll know that the shrooms are ok.
— Posted by qube on 8:40 pm on Mar. 9, 2002
What are whippets? I searched on the net, but just got pictures of the dogs…..
— Posted by dellexo on 9:01 pm on Mar. 9, 2002
HaHa,Know what you mean.I'm from the U.K and whippets are a bread of dogs:biggrin: On a more serious note whippets are a small canister filled with nitrous oxide(laughing Gas) which are used in the states for filling fresh cream dispensers(not in the u.k.:sad: )
— Posted by qube on 4:23 pm on Mar. 10, 2002
Ah kool, so people in the US can get hold of it, get high, and enjoy a cholestral full snack at the same time! I eventually found the info online, but thanks.
— Posted by ghettopimp70 on 4:51 pm on Mar. 10, 2002
The answer to whether or not you can OD from mushrooms is yes. You can overdose from any drug theoreticlly included weed although it is hard to do…And whippets are cool but theyre not that crazy i used to sneak into the freezer when i worked at mcdonalds and waste a whole can of the shit
— Posted by Jimmy Long on 9:53 am on Mar. 17, 2002
to OD on weed you would basically have to use it the same way as alcohol….ingest it….smoking it takes it out of your system too fast, but if you eat it, you couldnt digest it all in enough time, and basically get something like "weed poisoning". but, you would have to eat like an pound…..lol
— Posted by roach420 on 9:56 pm on Mar. 17, 2002
There is no known case of a person OD-ing on pot. It cant be done. As for shrooms u cant OD on them either. But if you get some fake ass shrooms that are poisonous then you can die. Shrooms that are the real thing cant kill you though.
— Posted by aSs BacKWuRds on 10:32 pm on Mar. 17, 2002
i hurd lethal dose is body weight
— Posted by Lowman on 5:26 am on Mar. 18, 2002
Hate to tel ya'll you can OD on Weed. But to OD on weed take the amount of weed it takes you to get stoned and multiply that 40,000 and you'll OD on weed.
(Edited by Lowman at 3:32 pm on Mar. 18, 2002)
— Posted by GhEtTo BoY on 4:44 am on Mar. 21, 2002
ok im new to all this shit but when u hear the term "cutting"
like say cutting something with baking soda WTF does it mean ??
— Posted by Rebo on 1:17 pm on Mar. 21, 2002
You can od on psilocybin. The only known case I am aware of was in 1978, in seattle, and it was a small child. It's not likely an adult would be able to eat enough to od. The very best advice I can give is that you learn the differences between gallerinas, and psilocybes (the latter-good, the former-deadly-and they look similar)
— Posted by thephreak on 3:28 pm on Mar. 21, 2002
'cutting' is the practice of mixing a substance with something else, e.g mixing cocaine with another powder so the dealer has to sell less. Be wary, as unscrupulous dealers will mix with any white powder and shit like ant killer aint good for you
— Posted by lifeless on 2:48 am on Mar. 24, 2002
yeh i think it is possable to od on shrooms. i dunno much about em' myself, but i gotta mate here in australia who had one his mates called a 'Blue Ringer', and spent 3 weeks in hospital, and now is substatially slower as a result. he didnt have much, and thats wot hpned, i imagine he coulda died from much more then he had.
— Posted by ghettopimp70 on 3:14 am on Mar. 24, 2002
Whoever thinks they cant OD on shroomz I say go drop 150 grams…then if you survive come back and prove me wrong.. And i heard smoking twice your body weight in weed kills ya
— Posted by Cook14u on 4:12 am on Mar. 24, 2002
Jesus christ… I already posted the lethal dose. Re-read my post. Yes, you can die from shrooms.
— Posted by Cook14u on 4:15 am on Mar. 24, 2002
Lethal dose of marijuana LD50 1270 mg/kg (male rats), 730 mg/kg (female rats) oral in sesame oil
LD50 42 mg/kg (rats) inhalation
— Posted by ghettopimp70 on 4:31 am on Mar. 24, 2002
Yeah thanks thats really helpful…if any of us were rats!
— Posted by Strobe on 6:42 am on Mar. 24, 2002
hey!!! who says were not…
— Posted by mastamanny on 9:48 am on Mar. 24, 2002
Some of you have some very good points and some of you are just pissing in this poor guys ear.
Listen.Its been said here before…the wrong mushrooms could kill you.
Know that the mushrooms your taking have been taken before and that they are the same kind.
You are more likely to die from the STRYCHNINE alkaloids in the mushrooms than from the fucking hillarious bouts of severe confusion ,visual and mental halucinations ,deluded yet profound perception and self induced psychosis you are about to put yourself through.
one handfull is enough.
And i dont know about the rest of you but i think the trippy feeling and intensity of mushroom tripping is more powerfull than lsd.
who said lacing mushrooms with lsd???
thats crazy talk.no offence my friend…
although the psychoactive ingreeeedient in mushrooms is different from lsd it still has the same profound effects on the brains serotonin and dopamine receptors.
In 1993 while in college at 19 years old i had taken lsd strong enough to make a person sick and send them to a crazy ward.
And still to this day what bat fly sparkle ground twinkle tea on the moonlight branch ,life what ?
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Scotland's Tourism Ministry announced on October 31 a major development program that explores connections between Edinburgh Castle and the history of the New World, particularly the USA. "The exhibition will explore the castle's connections with the American War of Independence as well as 18th century European conflicts including the French Revolution, through the stories of the men who found themselves gaoled at Edinburgh Castle."
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Why? Video documents 5 a.m., 75 Mile Journey from Missouri to Illinois to nearest Sunday Latin Mass (video)
Tuesday, May 26th, 2015
The Latin Mass Society of Northeast Missouri offers this 'home video' documenting their journey and interviews with attendees of the Latin Mass offered by the Fraternity of St. Peter priests. It captures the sacrifice and vitality that is exhibited in Latin Mass communities, no matter how restricted they are often permitted to be – and how difficult they often are to find.
Regina Magazine: Interview with Una Voce America's, Byron Smith
Monday, October 14th, 2013
Update: The Latin Mass in America Today
A Candid Interview with Byron Smith
He's the secretary of Una Voce America, which today supports the training of diocesan priests in the Extraordinary Form of the Mass, otherwise known as the Latin Mass. In the this wide-ranging, exclusive Regina Magazine interview, Byron Smith tells the astounding story of the many people — some famous, some obscure — who have labored long and hard for more than fifty years to bring this Mass to Catholics in North America.
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Dennis L. McCoy, R.I.P.
Thursday, April 25th, 2013
A Funeral Mass will be held at 10 a.m. Saturday, April 27 at Our Lady of the Angels Catholic Church in Sauk Centre with Rev. John Paul Erickson officiating. Interment will be in the parish cemetery.
Visitation will be from 4 to 8 p.m. Friday at the Patton-Schad Funeral Home in Sauk Centre. A Rosary will be prayed at 5 p.m. and 7 p.m. with parish prayers held at 6 p.m. Friday evening at the funeral home.
Dennis Lee McCoy was born September 3, 1940 in Mitchell, South Dakota to Ronald and Marie (Sullivan) McCoy. He graduated from Woonsocket High School in 1958 and went on to Mankato State the following year. In 1959, he started working at the Sioux Falls Argus Leader, the daily newspaper in Sioux Falls, where he met his future bride, Dorothy McDonald. The couple was united in marriage on June 17, 1961 in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.
In 1961, they moved to Minnesota and operated the Brooten Review. Along with his brothers, Dennis started the Dairyland Peach in 1967. Together, they ran the Dairyland Peach until the early 1980's. In 1981, he founded the Neumann Press, a classic Catholic book publishing company.
He was a former member of Our Lady of the Angels Catholic Church in Sauk Centre. His faith was very important to him. Dennis founded the Central Minnesota Chapter of Una Voce, a group dedicated to the promotion and support of the traditional Latin Mass, in union with Rome.
Fr. John Zuhlsdorf to offer Solemn High Mass at St. Paul's in Cambridge, MA, April 25
Tuesday, April 2nd, 2013
Una Voce NH: Fr. John Zuhlsdorf will be offering a Solemn High Mass on Thursday, April 25, 2013 at St. Paul's in Harvard Square (corner Bow & Arrow Sts., Cambridge, MA). Confessions and the Holy Rosary begin at 4:45pm. Mass for the Feast of St. Mark will start at 5:15pm.
This will be the first Solemn High Mass in the Extraordinary Form in Boston since the beginning of the post-Vatican II era.
Seminarians from St. John's in Boston will be assisting at Mass: John Cassani as Deacon and Pat Fiorillo as Subdeacon.
The Boston Archdiocesan Choir school, the only Catholic boys choir school in the country, will be singing their first Extraordinary Form Mass, complete with sacred polyphony.
Deacon Cassani and Mr. Fiorillo are seminarians of the Archdiocese of Boston. Fr. Zuhlsdorf is a priest of the suburbicarian diocese of Velletri-Segni in Rome.
Following Mass at 7:15pm, Fr. Z, who writes wdtprs.com, one of the most popular Catholic blogs on the web, will deliver a lecture in DiGiovanni Hall.
Latin-English Missals will be provided.
This event is co-sponsored by Una Voce Boston College, the Harvard Latin Mass Society, and Juventutem Boston.
Thanks to Una Voce New Hampshire for this report.
FSSP Mens Retreat, Atlanta Diocese, June 8th
Monday, April 1st, 2013
Father Keifer, FSSP, will offer a one day mens retreat on Saturday, June 8th in the Archdiocese of Atlanta. For details see Una Voce Georgia.
NOTA Subscribers – October 2012
Wednesday, October 17th, 2012
To Subscribers of Una Voce America's publication, NOTA:
We have had a number of challenges this year which have caused several delays in the publication of NOTA for 2012. We are happy to report that the Fall 2012 issue is in printing and will be mailed out soon.
New subscribers can expect to receive the appropriate number of issues beyond this year. We have also moved international (outside of North America) subscriptions to email-only delivery. The cost of surface postage per issue is more than what we receive in an individual annual subscription rate.
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stabbin ma nan, now that's a turn on.
OogaBooga April 30th, 2010 at 10:03 am
I'd criticize the message she's trying to send, but I can't understand a fucking word she said.
BritishHobo April 30th, 2010 at 10:06 am
Oh, god. I'm assuming 'getting justice for Ste' means campaigning against the punishment he's been given for STABBING HER FUCKING NAN?
'if ur in love no matter wot'?
No. No. There's a difference between 'true love', where you can forgive a person things because you love them, and 'sheer fucking insanity', where you try and get your boyfriend off for stabbing your nan.
BritishHobo April 30th, 2010 at 10:06 am
Also – got to be a joke. Right? Please?
eleven April 30th, 2010 at 10:07 am
yes! First! Ben! *dancing*
eleven April 30th, 2010 at 10:07 am
umm i had to urbandictionary "nan".
1. Nan – a strong, beautiful woman. A survivor. The best big sister, mother, wife, aunt and friend.
2. Nan, this is another word for Grandmother.
3. Acctually a abriviation for Nobody ass Nigga, a diss word like calling somebody a loser
4. Vagina or "beaver." Generally, the nan is not clean shaven. Activity with a nan is reffered to as "waxing"
well they all seem to work.
BritishHobo April 30th, 2010 at 10:17 am
Okay, what the fuck? So I searched 'even tho u stabbed ma nan' and it came up with 'even tho u stabbed ma nan u r still da 1 4 me = FAKE'.
And… what the fuck?
Is it an inside joke? I guess so. Whatever it is it definitely isn't real.
Vanzie101 April 30th, 2010 at 10:18 am
@Kiri – HAHA, thanks for the definitions that changes everything if Nan means #4
leftfoot April 30th, 2010 at 10:23 am
as fake as this sounds, locally a girl went around trying to drum up donations to help buy her man a lawyer after he (get this) blinded a mofo for asking his wife to a cd. Took a knife to the dude's eyes for seeing if he wanted to buy a CD from the show they just left and that little whore wanted people to pity him?
People are just that stupid, y'all.
Vanzie101 April 30th, 2010 at 10:24 am
Well even if this one is a fake I am sure there are people out there that are like this. Maybe they just aren't dumb enough to post it for the world to see.
I actually don't believe this is fake. Apparently she's pregnant with his baby too. I still can't quite figure out what her nan is though.
Apparently we're not the only ones who thought it was fake: http://www.facebook.com/#!/topic.php?uid=119093601436097&topic=112
Dancinganimal256 April 30th, 2010 at 10:30 am
I actually believe this might be true since I know a personal instance similar to this that involved a family member.
Oh my god, Nan is her grandma.
I think Alen001 is the 20 year old pilot.
amtrak4lovers April 30th, 2010 at 10:39 am
Saw this group a week ago… If you look at the discussion area of the group you'll see a lot of people playing along with the joke all 'typin lyk dis'…
and then a whole lot of other people getting offended by the idea of someone staying with the guy who stabbed their nan…
and then a whole lot more people getting offended by the spelling and grammar.
i've been enjoying this facebook group for a bit now. the great thing is it's full of people taking the piss and correcting her grammar. and whilst there was a big theory of it being a hoax, someone has just found their bebo pages, which they posted on the page. so either someone's done a very elaborate hoax…or it's very true indeed. it was all in self defence apparently…
Vanzie101 April 30th, 2010 at 11:08 am
Alen001 – have you no gotten the point that nobody cares about your TWSS site! I have been going backwards through this site since I just learned about it and you put that almost everyday if not everyday. Get a life. Thank you.
Vanzie101 April 30th, 2010 at 11:11 am
oops * not
sorry for any grammer or spelling errors
Mike Oxhard April 30th, 2010 at 11:11 am
Alen001, go suck a donkey's cock.
uRaRetard April 30th, 2010 at 11:12 am
Borken britin?!111111
Father Sha April 30th, 2010 at 11:12 am
lol thats funny , i just met Alen001 in real life and this is what he said : nooooo not in the bollox please …
porkpie April 30th, 2010 at 11:14 am
In the perpetrator's defence, nans can be quite vicious when they have to queue up at the post office for their pensions. All that tutting and head shaking probably tipped him over the edge.
Father Sha April 30th, 2010 at 11:17 am
even though i met a lot of nans i couldn't stand , stabbing them seem to be a little over the top
After all , why go to jail for something time and nature is bound to resolve in your behalf?
i love malteaser too April 30th, 2010 at 11:21 am
Alen001 was Alen002 yesterday. It soon will be Alen007.
Alen001, can we stab you in your nan#4 as well? Please?
juddmudd April 30th, 2010 at 11:26 am
What? I stab all my girls nans when things start to get serious. This is the true true love test.
cupidscurse April 30th, 2010 at 11:36 am
So if you stab someones nan even that wont break you up? Man what do you have to do to get someone to end things
Stab THEM? Rather than the nan, perhaps? Goodness knows. We should probably go to her for advice about those kind of things… Before Jeremy Kyle gets to her.
naaaice April 30th, 2010 at 11:41 am
How are people like this allowed to have knies?
porkpie April 30th, 2010 at 11:47 am
Well Naaaice, they are quite harmless when you take the 'f' out of them.
Benisglory April 30th, 2010 at 11:47 am
I have two knees.
porkpie April 30th, 2010 at 11:52 am
Me too Benisglory, I find them quite essentail in various 'bending of the leg' activities and to get down on them to beg to my partner not to stab my Nan in the face.
Cum Dumpster April 30th, 2010 at 11:58 am
I like that the first thing I read when I went onto the group was " getin rly pissed of wiv da poems ppl r postin,,,, they r hurtfull,,, most of em dont even rhime n r shit,"
I too really hate when people are mean to me and don't rhyme! The humanity!
slimjayz April 30th, 2010 at 11:59 am
ghetto love is a beautiful thing
RedMoon April 30th, 2010 at 12:07 pm
OMG – Just cheked on FB
There is 22,000 people in this group. WTF? This got to be a joke… I mean… Right??
rabid_otter April 30th, 2010 at 12:09 pm
Dear Lord, we pray you let this chicks eggs dry up before the nan-stabber gets out of the pen. The last thing society needs is those two procreating.
That said, most of the poems in that group are pretty epic.
BritishHobo April 30th, 2010 at 12:19 pm
Man, I really hope somebody involved in this comes onto Lamebook and explains the full story, because reading the Facebook page just hurts my brain. And that 'Stacey's Nan' video? What the fuck?
bellathefox April 30th, 2010 at 12:20 pm
"oh my dais,, wot is it nowdays wiv gettin asked 4 id 4 Fags,, i used 2 b able 2 get em well easy 4 ma m8s yrs ago,,, n now sudenli every were is askin ya 4 id!! GRR,, n no they r not 4 me actualy lol they 4 ma mum hu was kicken off wi me b4 big STYLEEE,,, so mayb a few tokes wil carm her down! ! She can shuv em up her arse afta all this agro , , , pmsl! ,, so prowd of ste 4 quitten smokin x x x x x"
I don't even know where to start with the group/the girl who created it or the spelling/grammar mistakes.
slimjayz April 30th, 2010 at 12:27 pm
Really… we need licenses for cars, driving, businesses and nearly everything we do in the US… And yet there are no controls on the idiots like this poisoning our world with their crackhead spawn
ok, so nan is dead? And her man killed nan? Who the fuck is nan? I"m hung over, I can't handle this right now.
daisycroc April 30th, 2010 at 12:35 pm
Some of my personal highlights of this group are:
- The photo of Staycee and ste which has 'IDST' on the bottom – do people still use that?! It was a craze when I was about 13!
- The comments from other people on the photo including a girl who says' u 2 lk propa in luv. bt i av 2 say, b karefull bout it wen he gets out ov prizun. innit. my bf frew asid on my grandads mug n i tuk him bak still. bt then lyk shortlie afta we woz bak togetha he put a hot iron on my bak wen i woz asleep coz i dint load da dishwasha.' Translation – Her boyfriend threw acid on her grandad's face but she took him back and then he put a hot iron on her back because she didn't load the dishwasher!
YorkshirebornNBread April 30th, 2010 at 12:35 pm
@ee disturbingly if you look at 7. Kiri provided us with 4 definitions of Nan. Which if No.4 is correct means that British Hobo has just seen something no sane person should have to watch….
daisycroc April 30th, 2010 at 12:36 pm
@ eenerbl
Nan means Grandmother in the UK.
lemily April 30th, 2010 at 12:36 pm
nan is another word for grandma, and this girl's boyfriend stabbed her grandma, and she still took him back! i doubt the girl would make a facebook group about it but it has been on the news in england recently, so i think this will be somebody taking the piss
YorkshirebornNBread April 30th, 2010 at 12:37 pm
@ daisy croc…hey obviously a Modern man…he knows how to switch on an iron..and doing well for themselves, they have a dishwasher….I'm still using a brush, a bowl and morning fresh (lemon scented) for my washing up.
Who's That Girl? April 30th, 2010 at 12:39 pm
Awwww….she forgives him…now that's love!
"By bad for shanking your nan, but that hoe was holding out on on the crack"
"It's okay boo, I know you're sorry. I'ma stand by you"
loosername April 30th, 2010 at 12:39 pm
I keep seeing jokes about this. I saw this one a couple of days ago and had no clue what it was about http://suddenlyambidextrous.tumblr.com/post/556820688/mrmat-via-yourhandsaroundmythroat
OH MY GOD! He killed her vagina! I'm going to go with that one. It's adds an extra twist to it.
YorkshirebornNBread April 30th, 2010 at 12:59 pm
That could be the new South Park tagline…"OH MY GOD! He killed her vagina…You Bastard!
thehiviewarcade April 30th, 2010 at 1:02 pm
Found in the discussion boards:
The group founder said, "this is nOT A murder,,,,,, sumthin exacli the oposite" and someone responded "he brought her back to life?"
I cannot stop laughing.
BritishHobo April 30th, 2010 at 1:09 pm
WHy is it you guys can all find the actual page, yet I'm just stuck with a video of a wooden spoon dancing to a song about Ste killing Stacey's nan?
BritishHobo April 30th, 2010 at 1:10 pm
And as I post this comment I notice the incredibly blatant 'Join Here!' underneath the post itself. Fuck me, I need some sleep.
BritishHobo April 30th, 2010 at 1:12 pm
And as I click the link, it just takes me to the Facebook homepage.
God damn it.
Relax British, I will give you a hug and all will be well.
Cum Dumpster April 30th, 2010 at 1:25 pm
My favourite part is that it was "self-defense".
Oh chavs, what would we do without you.
Cum Dumpster April 30th, 2010 at 1:31 pm
Aw and I wish it were real, I feel like my little heart has been broken now.
rabid_otter April 30th, 2010 at 1:31 pm
Good thing she wasn't Ste's attorny. His sentence would of been double whatever it is.
"Yo Juj, I luvz ma nan n awl, but Ste ma boo. Nan wuz badazz yo, sheda cut im 1st. I swerz. He kant B ma Baybee Daddi if e lokd up in jale u no."
slimjayz April 30th, 2010 at 1:40 pm
if thats the case ive killed a few nans in my days… any gals got a nan that could use a good stabbing?
She actually is pregnant with his baby already…
I feel terrible for that kid.
chiiro April 30th, 2010 at 2:12 pm
Molly, do you know these people or was that said somewhere in the group?
it may not appear in the news but we'lll know it's true when it appears in 'love it' magazine. and yes, she is apparently pregnant with his baby, they're also engaged. and she's about to go on a bender this weekend. good god.
krasivaya_devushka April 30th, 2010 at 2:33 pm
So nan = grandma.
You learn something new every day!
Stabbing nan? I guess this is a spin-off of the master key where it's rape instead. She still loves her rapist though because the sex was so great that she has to have more and is willing to forgive him for it. As for the R.I.P. She's referring to her virginity.
That's my story and i'm sticking to it.
Yes, of course it is fake!
even tho u stabbed ma nan, ur still da 1 4 me :I've deliberately made every status more outrageous than the last so that it was obvious… but people still bite. Unless they're 'trolling' the troller… haha
The pics have been hilarious for me to look at
wordpervert April 30th, 2010 at 2:59 pm
So there is an Alenoo1 AND an Alenoo2.
The fools are multiplying.
Ha, trolling the troller. It's as though there is a pyramid of internet predators, and LB'ers are at the top.
Euphejizzum April 30th, 2010 at 4:14 pm
Ha! LB'ers the apex internet predators.
What a tremendous bunch of cnuts we are.
BritishHobo April 30th, 2010 at 4:28 pm
@Euphejizzum… you ain't seen nothing yet. Try the comments of the post before this.
BritishHobo April 30th, 2010 at 4:28 pm
Also, on internet stalking, Lamebookers have gone insanely further than this before. Infamously
wordpervert April 30th, 2010 at 4:55 pm
Oh Hobo, you got that right my friend, we're totally on the same page on that one.
NoLongerTroll April 30th, 2010 at 8:09 pm
I would applaud you but I have no arms.
Am I dumb if I don't know what a "nan" is?
Voodoo April 30th, 2010 at 10:36 pm
no but you should read comment #7.
spring1roll April 30th, 2010 at 10:47 pm
To all those that don't know, Nan commonly refers to your grandma. You all should be on lamelamebookers.
pineapplesalad April 30th, 2010 at 11:39 pm
What is this I don't even
MuToiD_MaN May 1st, 2010 at 1:45 am
I always think of Ali G when I read "nan" … that or math errors in Java …
rebarbativebecc May 1st, 2010 at 3:25 am
I submitted this, not sure if it was THIS one or if someone else submitted it, too.
Anyway…From what I can tell she is deadly serious, but her friends are sticking up for her/him, too! It's hard to tell what any of them are saying as they are typing horribly.
Basically her boyfriend stabbed and killed her Nan (Grandma, Grandmother) and is claiming self defense (!!).
She won't give away anything else incase it hurts his chances in court. Don't know if it's fake or not but that's the basic story.
rebarbativebecc May 1st, 2010 at 3:26 am
Also this is apparently a news article about the crime
(Within the discussion) http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1266013387&v=wall&story_fbid=1258051772507#!/topic.php?uid=119093601436097&topic=166
but you never know if news stories have been fabricated.
rebarbativebecc May 1st, 2010 at 3:28 am
Oops the news story was a joke, probably should have finished reading it first haha.
bellathefox May 1st, 2010 at 3:25 pm
@rebarbativebecc yeah I submitted it aswell.. A big part of me thinks it's a joke but I just don't know.
agentxpanda May 1st, 2010 at 4:11 pm
First few times I saw this, I kept reading "nan" as "man". IMAGINE MY CONFUSION.
I'm not sure the truth is much better, though. >>
terribletimes May 1st, 2010 at 4:34 pm
Just to clear it all up; it is a fake. I'm (sadly) from the same area in the North-West of England as the group of girls who made the group and it's not real. HOWEVER, i am a fan of it, just for the sheer comedy value of the comments left by people on it…a bit like lamebook to be honest.
British Hobo – at least you saved others from having to do the same thing – I was also going to investigate it and missed the Join Here thing… Sunday night is not the time for thinking
fake – the picture of this group is stolen from some one not even close to being called steve
my source: they are a fb friend
HeSaidWhat May 2nd, 2010 at 11:46 pm
The only person I know that would stab a nan is Soup. He will screw anything.
malteaser May 3rd, 2010 at 1:44 pm
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TWO young cancer patients who live a street apart have teamed up to fight their illness after Facebook brought them together.
Robyn Duffy, 21, and Kirsten Smith, 23, were diagnosed with Hodgkin's lymphoma last year and have chemotherapy in the same hospital.
The girls live close to each other in Coatbridge, but they only became friends after Kirsten saw a message of support sent to Robyn on Facebook.
She got in touch with Robyn, and they both say it's a huge comfort to have a friend who knows exactly what they're facing.
They help each other cope, and sit side by side at appointments at Monklands Hospital in Airdrie.
Robyn said: "I was diagnosed with Hodgkin's in September and felt like I was the only person it was happening to, although my friends and family were very supportive.
"Then I got a message from Kirsten saying she was going through the same thing.
"We met up and it was such a comfort to know someone else understood what I was going through."
Kirsten said: "When I realised Robyn was fighting the same kind of cancer and seemed to be getting the same treatments, I felt a huge wave of comfort.
"This isn't something you would wish on anybody but it helped to know someone just like me was going through the same thing.
"We travel to our appointments together so we can sit and chat and catch up. The day I started losing my hair, Robyn was the first one I texted."
Robyn added: "We like all the things other girls our age are into.
"We come to the hospital with lots of celebrity gossip magazines, share them and have a giggle."
The girls are halfway through their treatment for Hodgkin's, which often affects young adults.
Scotland sees around 170 cases per year.
Martin Ledwick of Cancer Research UK said: "The good news is that Hodgkin's responds very well to treatment and many people with it are cured."


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A chat with catcher and coach Hal Naragon
Harold (Hal) Richard Naragon was born on October 1, 1928 in Zanesville, Ohio but grew up and still lives today in Barberton, Ohio. Hal was a star high school baseball player and in 2000 the Barberton High School baseball field was named "Naragon Field" in his honor. Naragon, a catcher, was 6' and weighed about 160 pounds and batted left handed. After signing as a free agent with the Cleveland Indians in 1947 after graduating from high school, Hal started working his way up the minor league chain and made his major league debut on September 23, 1951. Hal missed the 1952 and 1953 season while serving our country in the Marine Corps. Hal made the Indians team in 1954 and played there until he was traded to the Washington Senators in 1959. After the 1960 season the Senators relocated to Minnesota and Naragon played with the Twins in 1961 and 1962. After being released by Minnesota after the 1962 season he was offered a coaching position under manager Sam Mele and he coached with the Twins from 1963 through 1966. After the 1966 season Naragon moved on to coach for the Detroit Tigers between 1967 and 1969 before he hung up his spikes once and for all. Hal caught in the big leagues for all or parts of 10 seasons with the Indians, Senators and the Twins compiling a career batting average of .266 in 424 games but he was never able to achieve full-time playing status. Never the less, Naragon was a valuable asset behind the plate and swung a good left handed stick and in 985 at bats had 262 hits, 6 home runs and 87 RBI's. Today Hal Naragon is retired and enjoying life with family and friends in Barberton, Ohio. And if you talk to anyone who knows Hal, they will tell you he is truly one of the "Gentlemen of the game of baseball" and I really enjoyed my time talking with him.
The SABR Baseball Biography Project write-up on Hal can be found here.
The interview with Hal is 63 minutes in length and took place in September of 2010.


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White Swan
Assemble the scrambled picture of a gorgeous white swan by arranging the pieces of the picture in order.
Play free online Slide Puzzles at IQpied. Objective in these games is to slide the pieces of the puzzle in order to create a whole image.
Assemble the scrambled picture of a gorgeous white swan by arranging the pieces of the picture in order.
Arrange the scrambled picture so at the end you get a picture of beautiful sea turtles.
You don't have to be bothered with the sunflower. Just look at the numbers and arrange them in order.
Assemble a scrambled picture of beautiful fan babes. Choose your favorite team and enjoy this relaxing game.
Arrange the pieces of the sliding puzzle to get a picture of a peacock. Choose from three difficulty levels.
Now this one is nasty. Too many orange balls to arrange. 3×3, 4×4 or 5×5 puzzle, whichever you choose it is still difficult, until you notice the numbers. So, it does not matter if...
Number Slider is a 4×4 sliding puzzle where your task is to arrange the numbers 1-15 in ascending order by moving them one at a time into the empty slot.
Cats. They are good at bossing around, eating and sleeping. But they are still cute. Get them in one piece.
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Residential Support
At Computer Warriors, we realize that it can be difficult to find professional computer assistance at an affordable price, so we've made a name for ourselves providing just that. When bad things happen to your computer, we try to resolve the issue at hand quickly and efficiently, so that you get back online without breaking the bank. Here are some of the things we do for our residential support customers:
Computer repair, of course!
- Apple repair
- Laptop repair
- Desktop repair
- Virus removal
- Home networking
Printer networking/sharing
- Making sure you have sufficient wi-fi coverage throughout your home
- Solving streaming media device problems – Roku, Apple TV, Chromecast, Amazon Fire TV, etc.
Beth Kehoe
I am truly lucky to have found Computer Warriors! I work in an office that has many computer operators (some knowledgeable, some claiming they know and some that should not touch a computer). Well, thanks to Brian, Chris and Matt our computers run smoothly everyday. If there is a problem, trust me i will let Brian know immediately. My computer needs to be fast and keep up with me and if it doesn't i yell out to Brian and he jumps right in and finds the problem. Because he is so brilliant at what he does it rubs off on to me to so i am learning a lot along the way.
Remote access is so cool and cuts the waiting out for someone to show up.
Since everything is working well at the office, i now have his company taking care of my home computer, daughters and got him to my parents!
You would be very smart reaching out for Computer Warriors help when you need it. I love Brian and am glad he is there to help! and of course his well trained associates!!
Bobbie Hasinski
I am so impressed that it is hard to find the right words to express the customer service that is provided by the Computer Warrior staff. About a year ago I took my laptop there to be tuned up. The whole process was clearly explained to me and went smoothly, I have gone back to them on two other occasions when I have had questions about my battery and an issue I was having with downloading some documents. I have very limited knowledge of computers and the staff have always been extremely helpful. I will continue to be a loyal customer!
Great local business with great local service. We had a cracked iPhone, the repair price was competitive with other places in town. The check-in and repair took less that 20 minutes and their work is guaranteed.
Steve Mitchell
I cracked the screen on my iPad and was desperately in need of a quick repair. Generally, when I am desperate to find a quality service, it turns out badly because I don't have the time to research. I did some quick searching on the web and read the reviews here and quickly chose Computer Warriors. I'm glad I did. Not only did they tell me they could fix it right away, but they did a great job. It was quick, affordable and the people I dealt with were great. I highly recommend and will use them again.
Paulette Bond
The staff are very helpful and understanding. I had issues with my Apple iPad and computer – they helped me quickly.
Barbara Amend
My experience with Computer Warriors was excellent! My first connection was with the person who answered the phone...she was very pleasant and helpful. I explained I was in great need of someone assisting me asap. The techs were busy at the time but she made an appt. for me for an hour later. They called promptly at the appointed time. The Tech was very pleasant, patient and helpful. He quickly helped me with my issue. I would highly recommend Computer Warriors! You will defiantly be my go to people!


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New York—Delia's Inc. plans to raise $13.7 million in an underwritten public offering of common stock and sell $21.8 million in debt.
The teen retailer said the stock offering consists of 13.065 million shares of common stock priced at $1.05 a share. The company also granted underwriters the option to purchase an additional 1.96 million shares.
The offering is expected to close on July 31, subject to the satisfaction of customary closing conditions.
Delia's plans to use the net proceeds from the offering to repay a portion of the outstanding amounts under its existing credit agreement with Salus Capital Partners LLC and for working capital and other general corporate purposes.
In a separate statement, Delia's also agreed to sell $21.8 million in principal amount of 7.25 percent convertible notes in a private placement. The notes will convert into 20.7 million shares of the company's common stock, upon stockholder approval.
The private placement is expected to close on or about July 31.
Delia's Inc. operates 104 dELiA*s stores in 33 states. For the fiscal year 2013, the Company reported revenues of $222.7 million, a 2.6% increase from $217.2 million in reported in fiscal year 2012. The company also reported losses of $21.554 million and $22.670 million in each of those respective fiscal years.
In June, dELiA*s announced the sale of its Alloy brand to HRSH Acquisitions for $3.7 million. In May, dELiA*s named retail veteran Tracy Gardner as new chief executive officer, replacing Walter Kilough, who currently serves as chief pperating officer. Earlier this year, Gardner joined the company as chief creative officer.