Remembering the previous night’s activities, I quickly sat up and said hello back, albeit a bit groggily. “Oh sorry, hope I didn’t wake you. I�...ll be up in your room in a few minutes, bye.”I got up, went to the bathroom to pee, and then brushed my teeth and hair. I heard a knock on the door and opened it. Lizzie looked even more beautiful than she had the night before.She quickly pulled the t-shirt over her head, leaving her covered in a sports bra. Liz hugged me and kissed me on the cheek again. "Fran, darling! Is that you... is it really you?"A wave of nostalgia passed through Fran as she recognized Giuliano's voice. The strong Italian accent, the same caressing tones... "Yes... yes... it is... how are you?" How am I?" The Italian's voice was incredulous, mocking. "What kind of question is that to answer over the phone? When am I going to see you, darling? Shall it be lunch or dinner? Are you still married or what?"Fran felt a brief moment of regret as she answered, "Yes... yes, I'm. Then she remembered her anger at whoever had done this to her friend. Her anger was her salvation. She could do anything if she was pissed enough. She pulled the hairbrush out of Marissa's hand and hole and threw it across the room. She then slapped Marissa's kneading hand from her chest."Now look, Marissa, you've got to pull yourself together! Someone has done something horrid to you and we've got to find out who it was. I can't take you to the hospital or the police like this and I can't. " You know that I get a discount when I fly. Would you like me to get the tickets for you?" I can't ask you to do that." You're not asking, I'm offering. I figure it will keep me in the good graces of your family." What are you going to do for Thanksgiving?" Not much, I usually go to the homeless shelter and help out on the holidays with cooking and serving meals. It keeps me busy, I'm doing something for the community and I'm not alone." Would you like to come home with me? I know Daddy would.