Aur maine dhere se kaha ki aunty chai peeogi,wo gusse main bole naihn.main aur darr gaya.maine kaha aunty plz kissi ko mat batana jo andar dekha.wo ku...h nahin boli.maine phir kaha plz mom ko mat batana.usne kaha tujhe sharam nahin aati ye sab karte huee.mere passene chot gaye.maine hath jode plz aunty,mujhe pata nahin chala ki aap kab aa gayee aur main garam tha,usne mujhe ankhon se ghoora.aur wo boli tum sara din ye hi karte ho kya,chal apne room main ja. Mujhse baat mat kar man teri maa ko. The on-air team we were using, a local talk-radio blabber and a gabby ex-Baltimore pitcher, pleased none of us so we put that one in the "to-do" basket.The business end of the team was very happy with pennant, t-shirt, bobble-head dolls and hat sales, Andrea told us, and the concession folks were curing some of the food problems. I thought their prices were still way too high.While we were discussing the work of our PA announcer, whose Southern accent seemed to annoy some folks, the phone. And then she hugged me real tight and went up to her room. ——- Chapter 7: I Have the POWER! The next day I get another call from Dr. Coles office, Shannon said that it wasnt an emergency this time but Dr. Cole would still like to see me if possible. I told her I had a couple of hours free at lunch time and would be there around eleven, eleven thirty. Shannon gave me a queer look when I entered, so I asked her if everything was alright, she hesitated before stating that Dr. Cole religiously took. Sure, he always kidded me about the sugar and half and half I used (he drank it black) but we began sharing a coffee before work, and meeting for coffee later, and conversations developed, and grew, and soon we were having lunch in the cafeteria together, joking and laughing as we told stories of home and kids, praising and grousing about our spouses, bemoaning our bosses and regaling each other with stories of childhood. People talked, of course, but there was nothing going on. To my friends.