"Stop!" she sobbed out. "Just stop."I felt powerless, stuck in my fucking wheelchair. It was a horrible feeling!Jessica went on, "I'll go to Jeanie's....I'll come to work with you. I'll do anything. Please, please! Stop fighting."Suddenly, it was quiet.Moments later, Tim came into the room where I was. His eyes were flashing with anger. He took his coat, looked over to me and shook his head. Then he headed to the door."Tim," I said, "don't walk away."He stopped, looked back at me."I know that. While I was crossing the balcony I noticed my papa who was sleeping in the same sofa. It encouraged me much and I was silently coming down through the stairs to the ground floor. I straightly went to didi’s room and found her room still lightened. But it was not possible for me to see inside. Suddenly one idea came to my mind and I hastily went to the back side of her room. I brought a long table and placed it just under the ventilator. The room was not very high and it was easier for me to see. So, one way or another we arrived at a plan for Ellen to spend a night with this guy, actual real name Guy— more about him later. My job was to book them a hotel room and head back home and wait. Ellen would be home sometime the next day. I asked her to call, or text, or FaceTime but she refused.“I’ll be stressed enough,” she'd say every time I brought it up. “I may feel a bit weird, you know, having sex and it won’t be you. If it works, if it’s not too gross, then next time who knows.”“But if. I was in my room at the hotel watching tv when the telephone rang, it was Maria “where are you she said” sounding sorry for herself, “where did you ring me” I retorted “at the hotel, you sound angry” she said “Of course I am angry, I have had to leave a party with a lot of good friends because you cannot trust me, because you do not believe that anything I do, I do with good intent and with you very much in my mind, if I had told you that I was going to meet Ellie what would you have done, do.