"Did you speak to Calhoun?" Mrs. Lawson senior asked.

Mr. Lawson senior, walked slowly towards his bed and sat down. They had seen a note from the television station about the interview Alice Brentwood made before it even got to the media. This was why he went to Calhoun, hoping to get something. But he got nothing.

"That boy is just like his father," he said with a smile. "He won't say anything until next Sunday," he told his wife.

Mrs. Lawson left the dressing table where she had been ...