"Mrs. Delacorte picked up the tray and moved to the door."You're welcome, dear, and believe me, darling, it's so wonderful having you back home again....You've no idea how much happier I am, knowing you're back where you belong."She left, closing the door behind her. Suzanne glided across the carpet soundlessly, and went into the pink and white tiled bathroom, resplendent with gold fixtures and a sunken tub. She stared at herself in the full-length mirrors, and slipped off her pajamas, standing. I asked Sally if she wanted to e-mail Greg to ask about them having a baby together but she wanted me to come with her to Costa for support the next time we arrange to see him, so that’s what we did a week later, Greg was sitting at a table in Costa when me and my wife joined him for coffee, l told him l was more than happy they get engaged then said that Sally had something to ask him, my wife took hold of his hand and started explaining that since they get on so well she wanted him to get her. I had all kinds of buzzers going off in my head. Yes, I could be paranoid or I could be under attack. On the other side of the coin, if she were going to murder me, I should already be dead. I did fall asleep in her bed last night. I really needed to know her game. I didn’t want anyone, not even Lucas, to know that I was checking her out. In the back of my mind I remember an old saying from my days in the the sandbox. ‘Knowing something is good, but it’s even better, if no one else knows that. I never will forget the reaction that I got from her seeingme in the tutu. She started laughing. Now I don't want any of this to soundlike I blame her for of my problems as it would have been the normalreaction to seeing a boy dressed as femenine as the most girly girl. Mom, Iunderstand and your reaction was not your fault. The fault was all mine when I didn't tell you how I felt about wanting,wishing, praying that I would wake up one day as I felt I was inside. Eversince then I thought that if.