He’s not around my Dad answers, I can take care of my daughter. The doctor gives me a sample jar and asks me to go into the toilet. A few minutes la...er I return with a full jar. The doctor takes a few more minutes then says congratulations. My Dad beams.I will need to examine you, the doctor turns to me. Would you like to slip your clothes off behind that screen and hop onto the bed. I look to my Dad. It’s OK darling, the doctor needs to check everything is OK. That you’re OK and the baby is.. There had been no white light, no angels, no anything, just aimlessly either floating or walking through the house.Josh was devastated and spent a lot of time crying either on the bed or on the sofa. He ate very little and drank too much. I tried to comfort him but I couldn’t since I was a spirit, an entity with no form.I sat opposite him in the living room. On the table between us stood a gallon bottle of cheap vodka and an overfilled ashtray. Some of the butts had fallen onto the table but. "One of the deputies headed for the door heaving, on the verge of up-chucking, "Jimmy, get back in here and bring your pad," the sheriff said as he put the camera in an evidence bag.The sheriff scribbled on the pad, "Witness this Jimmy, you too Sam." Then he handed the deputies his badge and gun and then a twenty, "Take that to the Mayor. Go by the south road and stop at Doc's, tell the clerk you're picking up the Mayor's prescription." Doc's is a liquor store," Jimmy replied."The mayor needs a. Tara, of course, had to drive, and pay, and everyone was sotall (well, I was so much shorter). Some of the larger people wereactually intimidating. I wasn't huge before, but now I understood theunease some women must encounter every day. I felt so small and weakthat I didn't want to veer far from Tara's side. Still, we completed theshopping without incident. To my chagrin, Tara even bought me a fewextra outfits to "get me through the weekend," having me try them on tomake sure they fit. .