You look like such a sissy with that hair, and you have no meat on your bones. Don’t you want to be big and strong?” Ryan’s dad often reminisced...on the old days when he played football at the high school that Ryan and Brenda graduated from.“Not really, I like-,”“Pfft, figures. What job do you have anyways? I never hear about your triumphs and you AND my little princess have got some pretty nice cars all by yourself. You must be making some good money, why don’t you pitch in around here?”“You. "Simon's reticence fell away. "Legs too!" he said. "Thanks for wearing shorts." Thank the weather," she retorted.Simon suddenly and slightly sadly realised that she had withdrawn her hand. It was probably just as well because Ralph arrived at that moment."I'm in the chair," said Simon and ordered him a pint of bitter."Thanks for today, Ralph," said Joanna. "I'm sorry for my silliness." It wasn't silliness, Joanna. It was totally natural but we should have been roped." Possibly but how were any. Well listen, I started as the tears welled up in my eyes. Sissy has to go away now. And Im not going to be able to come back. But sissy, why? I wrapped her in a hug. I cant tell you. I just want you to know that I love you. Youre the best little sister ever. And Im sorry I yelled out you earlier. Its ok. I love you too sissy. I pulled away and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Be a good girl. I tucked her back in under the covers and within seconds, she was fast asleep. I headed out of her room and. Then at exactly 2.50 pm, Ifound myself taking a deep breath to steady my nerves and tellingmyself to stop being a stupid woman, before pushing the revolving doorand entering the building. The main foyer was huge, dominated by alarge reception desk manned by a pretty young brunette. As Lady Macbethsaid to her husband, I screwed my courage to the sticking post, andwalked over to her and smiled my best nervous smile."Can I help you?" she asked politely."Yes, my name is Charlotte Johnson; I have an.