determine the effects of perceived negative influences shall bring to the community and neighboring schools.” Thomas could see the storm brewing in Constantina’s eyes. He didn’t know what he expected, but he was unprepared for the backlash his hasty words would uproot. “Oh I understand Councilman Galvin. The affluent residents of this community are fearful that teen pregnancy and drug use will run rampant if this seedy group home is erected. The business owners are concerned that patronage will cease. I get it! The council likes the work the Cabbage Patch Foundation does as long as we keep our group homes east of 72nd Street. Dare we venture past this invisible barrier I'm sure the council will vote to keep us out of these communities?” “Enough Ms. Jacobs, we try to do what’s best for Omaha. We do not cater to any particular group, and I resent the implication. We recognize the importance your group offers to the Omaha Community, and we hope it never stops. We will , of course will vote right now as to whether or not to approve the Holting Estates property for rezoning.” Connie held her breath as the vote took place. The city council voted 6-2 against rezoning the lots to build a group home. “Thank you for your time.” Thomas could tell by her stance that Constantina Jacobs would be back in front of the council before long with a new project. “You’re welcome Ms. Jacobs; we wish you the best in all your endeavors with the Cabbage Patch Foundation.” Connie left the chamber without a backward glance. Thomas hoped that her stubbornness didn’t get in the way of a proposal that would be beneficial to her and the foundation she loved so dearly. Well it wasn’t something he could dwell on right now. “What’s next on the agenda?” *** It was later in the day as Thomas sat in his office day dreaming about Constantina Jacobs. She looked so defeated when she left the chamber today. His feelings for her were complicated, he never felt the urge to strangle and kiss a woman at the same time. He wanted to help her move forward with her project for the youth home, but he had to do his job as chairperson of the city council using his vote for the good of the community. He wanted to discuss a proposal with Constantina. The deal would provide enough land for her current project and room to expand. Thomas called Constantina’s office, her assistant Beth was so gracious each time she told him that Constantina wasn't available that he almost believed her. He decided to drive over to her office instead; she certainly couldn't avoid him if he showed up in person. The drive to Council Bluffs would take about ten minutes, not enough time to collect his thoughts for the battle royal that was likely to ensue. Constantina was a tough nut to crack, and he’d been trying to establish a foothold into her enter circle. From what he could tell she had darned few friends, she did not socialize unless it involved one of her charities, she owned an accounting firm and The Purple Feather, a sex toy store. For some reason, she has taken a dislike to him. Maybe it was his position as chairman of the city council or it something she heard about the scandal involving his ex-wife. Constantina’s office was just off the main street of Broadway; he didn’t have any trouble finding a parking space near the door. He walked into her small office and addressed the little pixy behind the desk. "Hi I'm here to see Constantina Jacobs." Beth couldn't believe that Thomas Galvin was standing in front of her. He was the dreamiest man she'd ever seen next to Chad, and he seemed a little put out. "Do you have an appointment sir?" "No I don't, but she's going to listen to what I have to say." Thomas walked to the back offices determined to see Constantina. He could hear the pitter patter of Beth's feet as she ran behind him. "You really can't go back there sir, Miss Jacobs is in a meeting." There were two offices in back, a small