Reese put her bike in the garage and went into the house the back way,
following Sam and still ribbing her about her reaction.
"We're home." she called out to the others, pretty sure they were in the
living room already. Then she looked at Sam and put her arm around her
friend's shoulder "Now.. point me out to the phone you used to talk to him
and I'll ...... do the rest."
She led Sam to the living room where the others were as she talked and
raised an eyebrow as Claire handed her the first report they had gotten.
"You two are something else." she quipped as she read, looking up once to
see where Sam would point her to.
"You can fill them in on who this is," she said as she flipped through to
the second page and lifted a little as she pointed out what she was talking
about "while I make that phone call."
"It was in the kitchen," Sam told her. "You can tell him I'm sorry and that
it was a fit brought on by subjugation to household duties." She flopped
down in a large comfy arm chair and read through the print out. "what we
really need is a picture," she said slowly and his prison record....if he
has one. Get this you guys, this guy is Reese's father. Of course, I'm not
sure he'll be talking to her now because I was just a wee bit rude to him."
Sam
