[i]"Yes, I'd like to report my wife's credit card as stolen. Her name is Cassidee Johnson. Please shut down the account before the thief can put any more money on the thing."

"We can shut down the credit card, so that it can't be used anymore, but only your wife can request the information of what charges were attempted and where they were attempted at. We could, however, call the police for you?"

"No. That won't be necessary. Cancelling it will be good enough."[/i]

Cassidee only nodded at his attempt to backtrack out of dangerous waters, and was appreciative of it. He was right of course, they both knew it, but at least he'd realized this was not something she wanted to discuss. Not with him or anyone else. No strangers needed to be so far into her business. It was between her and her husband. Instead of dwelling on it, her eyes moved up to the breakfast and her stomach rumbled. A light blush painted her cheeks, but she decided on something anyways.

"Pancakes would be good. Please, and thank you. I'm looking for cheap anything. I'm thinking about staying here awhile, and the more I pay a night the less nights I can stay." One of her hands moved absently and settled on the barely noticeable bump that held her growing child. She would need to get settled somewhere, and soon. She'd need a job that paid well and gave her time off. She'd need to make some friends who could babysit for her. Laying her head on the counter with a sigh, she realized that she might have been better staying at home. Surely, her husband wouldn't have harmed her knowing she was carrying... right?