Au fait...comment tu parles aussi bien fran?ais? Tu esam?ricain non?- Oui! Mais mon p?re ?tait ambassadeur, il voulait faire de moi un filsparfait, et...donc j?ai ?t? au lyc?e fran?ais.- Fils parfait. Tu te souviens, donc?- Oh...oui. Oui. Ma prochaine session est apr?s-demain. Je me rappelle ?ce que je m?accroche le plus. ?a m?a fait du bien de parler avec toihier...Et toi, comment tu te sens?- Je...je me sens tr?s faible. Mais mentalement, ?a va. Je ne sens riende chang?.- M?fie-toi. On ne sent. I forgive you." I love you, too." I smiled back at her.I wanted to ask her what she was forgiving me for, but I think I knew. She must have known somehow about Rebecca. Then she closed her eyes, never to open them again.I continued to keep her drip going, giving her the pain injections every two hours, day and night, until the morning of her last breath. For a couple of hours her breathing was eratic, shallow sometimes, other times deep. There was a final exhalation, then she was still.It was. " Oh, that son of yours," Gabriella threw her backpack on and looked back at him as she was walking out the door. "He's really no trouble, very well behaved." Bill thought he caught a spark, something extra in the dark eyes as they looked back over her shoulder. "He's really sweet."Bill watched her leave, and wondered. He watched the swing of her ass, the smooth shape of it rocking in her jeans, the way the ringlets of her jet black hair shook slightly as her body moved. And the feet!. " Well, yes maybe," said Anne trying not to smile as she turned to look at Meredith. Then she turned to me. "Oh and thanks a bunch for not telling me that he knew about you and I coming out of that house." Anne snuggled up a little closer to me while Meredith snuggled a little closer to her as I parked the car. "And you still haven't told us why you needed me to get to know him. I mean apart from those few problems he's had he seems so nice."Oh I know I hated him this afternoon when I found out.