"She held me tight for another moment or two, then I heard her giggle."Want to go tell your dad with me?"I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that, ev...n though I love Dad. But tell him about this myself?"Um, I don't know, Mom."Mom laughed."I know, sweetie. It kind of feels funny, doesn't it? But I know your father would really like to hear this from you, if you want to tell him yourself."She hugged me again, and she kept rubbing her hand slowly up and down my back, still on my skin, sometimes. I am not going into this too deeply, as it was similar to theconversation on Friday evening, except the atmosphere was very highlycharged, at first slightly acrimonious, then angry, emotional, I think itranged through every emotion humans are capable of until finally myparents became understanding and accepting.At one stage dad asked Sophie "and what about Andy? He's gone through alot because of you." I was holding Sophie's hand and butted in here,"Please dad - if I can still call you that;. I never heard the door close. In the taxi, I managed to croak the name of my hotel before the tears overpowered my defenses. The driver passed me a tissue and awkwardly asked if I needed help. I needed something, but help wasn’t it. Pulling myself together—or, at least, the semblance of such—I made two calls from the cab, one brief and one much longer, the bulk of it spent on hold listening to orchestrated renditions of 80s hits. As soon as I’d taken care of the arrangements, I turned off my. Не плачь - он начал целовать ей щечки, слизывать дорожки проделанные слезинками. Ты просто слушайся и все будет хорошо - ласково увещевал Дима, не зли Сережу, он не Миша, он терпеть не будет. Ира перестав всхлипывать и вытирая остатки влаги на лице согласно закивала головой. Вот и хорошо, вот и умница, пойди к нему, дай ему потрогать твою попочку, она же у тебя такая хорошенькая, - и он подтолкнул ее к креслу Сергея. Ирина послушно встала и подошла к креслу Сергея. Тот сидел с невозмутимым.