. seven in the morning.”“No, she’s-” I stopped. Connections grew between the clues in my mind. I had woken up next to Erik. He called me darli...g. He treated me like I was his. He didn’t know his wife’s name.And I was still wearing the ring.No ... this couldn’t be possible ... But no prank show could make my hair grow three inches overnight, or put a couple of pounds onto my ass. And no show could get Erik to grab aforementioned bigger ass and proposition me for sex. I hoped not, anyway. So the. Isn’t she with Nikki?”“Not at the moment. They’ve been gone since early morning” said his mother, Daniele.“What’s today?” he asked.“Sunday, August 30th” replied his father.“I think today’s the day that Rebecca next door was going to have her church ceremony. Lauren and Nikki were going to be there as well.”“What church ceremony?” asked Maurice, a slight look of relief flitting across his face.“I can’t remember what the church was called. Seemed a bit whacky to me, a mixture of all sorts of. What really piqued his interest, was when I started talking about sports. My dad brought me up as a tomboy. My brother wasn’t much of an athlete, dad could tell at an early age that he wasn’t, but could tell that I had his athletic genes. So my dad would take me to baseball, football, basketball and hockey games, and we would watch everything on TV. So I am a big time jock, I now play softball at least 5 times a week during the summer.So when I started talking about the Bears, and sounding like. “Jesus Christ, Carrie, calm the fuck down. What the hell is this all about?” I didn’t really expect her temperature to come down too quickly given the snit she was in, but I at least wanted to plant the seed that she was behaving like a child again. She was being manipulative and was having a tantrum when it didn’t play out like she’d planned. If I got that wedge of an idea in her head I might be able to get her to own up to it later. It had happened before. Carrie did calm down and stop the.