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Mina expectantly mouthing Lornez, but she didn't know this one, "Your on your own sweetie, " she patted his cheek and left laughing toward the family room. His interpersonal deficiencies and delinquencies were curiously stated in exactly the same order and way by this second caller. Marcus politely insisted that administrators ought to first get their facts straight, that he would not appear before them, and then asked how could they have possibly gotten any comprehensive unbiased information so soon. He asserted that in acting so precipitously the only process they represented was the release of a bear trap. This caller droned on as Macaluso just growled into the phone, "I vituperate you." "What's that mean?" "It's a wild card?" "What? What's that?" "Make up your own deprecating remark about you, from me. Maybe something with a duck in it. I'm too tired to tell you, in a clever way, how little I think of what you are doing. So, go make up something really nasty slur and consider it as being from me." "That's stupid!" "Oh, and the false bull shit you're spewing isn't?" "We'll have an enquiry, Macaluso!" "Oh? An enquiry? A detailed finding of facts? Did you know that a Congresswoman was standing right there? Did your source tell you how a representative of our state government was pushed aside like dirty laundry? How about this, we have the enquiry in her office? I really want to see your slimy ass writhing when she tells you what she thinks of you to the commission which she chairs." "What commission?"