Wesley looked down at me, his eyes cool. "June, I have a meeting this afternoon. I don't have time to babysit you," he said, "But I have something to tell you."

Saying this, he thrusted me into the car, without any gentleness as usual. There I sat in the car, dazed, unable to come to my senses for a while. In the end, I could only conclude that Wesley was truly in a hurry, almost carrying me to his car!

As soon as the car merged into traffic, I asked, "What did you want to tell ...