IT'S NOT UNTIL MONDAY that I can put plan B in motion. It also sucks that it's a short week because of Thanksgiving. Danny will fly out to her parents' house on Wednesday afternoon. I need to make the most of the time I have.

I call Jeff's cell in the afternoon.

"Did she toss them in the trash?" I ask. These are the first words of the conversation.

"Give me a minute," Jeff says and, about two minutes later, he's back. "What's going on, Van? I told you not to hurt ...