"I gotta call Vanni tonight, and tell her. I've got her all confused and totally furious..." "Paul, you can't tell her on the phone," Jack said. "But--" "Paul! She's gonna hang up on you! And then the next time you show your face, she's going to put a bullet in your head. And Walt will help her line up her shot." "Well, what am I gonna do? Huh? She thinks I have a woman back home--she wouldn't give me a chance to explain any--" Mel appeared in the doorway, her robe covering her huge pregnant tummy. Her face was freshly scrubbed, but her hair was mussed from sleep. She gave Paul a smile, then went to Jack, sitting on his lap. "Morning," she said to Paul. "I heard that. I can't wait to hear why you're going to be shot." "Aw, man..." "Relax," Jack said. "Really, this is the person you should talk to. And she never tells. It's infuriating." Paul"