" Right! Great! Thanks, Mrs Jackson," Cherry said, passing Jennifer by in the hallway and ascending the carpeted stairs on her tottering heels, leavin... coin-shaped indentations where her heels had trod. Jennifer watched the woman turn at the landing and then push open the bedroom door."Hello, Ken, sweetheart!" Cherry said, in far too cheery a voice for Jennifer's sensitivity. "So, what's it going to be?"And then the door closed behind her, and Jennifer didn't hear whatever it was that her. Jean was nursing Jamey while Susan was teasing Jean’s unoccupied nipple. Jean was wearing big dark sunglasses and a floppy straw hat. The two combined to effectively mask her face. In the background was their 50-meter swimming pool.When Jamey finished nursing, mother and sister played with him and teased him. The little guy just giggled and laughed, having a wonderful time. At that point, Jim Dawson appeared in the corner of the picture. Quickly, Jean passed Jamey to Susan, jumped to her feet. She looked warily through her tears as I got myself to my feet, my head pounding. She must have seen something I didn't mean to show, because her eyes flashed recognition, and she slowly helped me to a bench. "Who hurt you?" she whispered shakily, causing me to wonder at her words."You ... knock ... down ... ask who..." My mouth and my brain didn't seem to be on speaking terms, and nothing I said would come out right."No ... I'm sorry for running into you, but you were already hurt. Who hurt. He stuck his head in the passenger window where Tim was sitting and said, “Don’t you dare turn that key off, just yet! You can’t park here. The car will get towed, and I’ll get in trouble. Now I’ll take Tim inside, get him situated, and get a doctor to look him over. You park in a normal parking lot, and then come on inside. I’ll get you all reunited again.”His tone left no room for questioning. Tim got out of the SUV and stood up next to his father. Rather than having to look up at him, they.
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