Then I thought, let them find out on their own.At my request, the pilot made a fly-over of the airport construction site. One more piece of the runway...was down. Tuesday's pour and the NE/SW runway would be completed with the exception of the turn-a-round P loops. The site looked even more impressive from the air.I asked Marcy if she would have someone with one of the smaller planes take weekly photographs of the site from now on. I mentally kicked myself for not doing it from week one.Marcy was. A couple of days later, mom brought me to thehospital where I had appointment for a MRI and, afterwards, anotherdoctor was measuring and examining me.The next week, we went to the same hospital again together with Dr.Wilmer. There we waited in a conference room for another doctor toarrive. Actually, there were two of them, one that carried the resultsof the MRI, Dr. Timothy Ford, and another who examined me afterwards,Dr. Al Silvestre."If there were no birth certificate and no notes made by. .." I encouraged her."If I stayed here, it would ... Julie needs a place to stay though ... If I moved out the landlord would just kick her out." Trish nodded, and her comment threw me for a little bit of a loop."Wait, I meant..." I started, trying to clarify. I meant stay in Monterey, or Carmel, not this house."Would you ... I mean, it's a lot to ask, but could Julie stay here? We ... We can help around the house, and ... Uhm ... I'd be..." Trish looked at me with what seemed to be a shy. Both of us were dressed casually, with Roxanne literally with her fabulous long hair down her front, covering and accentuating her lovely bosom.We walked to the entrance of the food area, being seated, and given menus. I saw many folks glancing our way, and not just at Roxanne.We ordered the Buffet, at a surprising $18.99 per person. I was hungry enough to eat three or four meals’ worth of food, but that would reduce my stamina, I am quite sure.I did fill my plate, as did the lovely blonde by.