I helped him up to his feet and virtually carried him out of the square. My flat on Paniglgasse was only two streets over.I was half drunk and exhaust...d and sleeping like a log. I’d given the boy a towel, a pair of briefs far too big for him, and a blanket; taken his wet clothes to the dryer; and left him to curl up on the sofa in the living room, while I went to my bedroom, stripped down, showered, and fell down, deep asleep, on my bed.I dreamt of Max and of Max being here with me in my bed,. I just couldn't believe it.But I had to believe it, and I would believe it, because later that week I found myself at his funeral, crying my eyes out. Then a few days later, I was in the notary's office, with all of his close friends and family, hearing his last will and testament read out by a stern, balding man. His house, and a large sum of his money would go to his wife, my aunt, Diane. Most of his cars went towards his brothers, as well as the motorcycles. Various sums of money went to the. Yes. Yes. Ah!".oOo.That afternoon, Ed called the office to tell me he'd be home late. When I got home, Jenny was there, making something in the kitchen. She must have just gotten home because she was still wearing her skirt and a white polo shirt - office clothes."Hi," she said, "How was the day?" Not bad. You okay?" I answered."Sure, it's just busy there, that's all."I decided to go right ahead, not beat around the bush. "I want to talk to you a minute. You going to eat right away? Going out. Smith speaks up, inviting her class back.“Welcome back class. I assume your break was fun and full of pleasure,” Ms. Smith says as she scans the room. “Wendy, where are your tights?” Your teacher says firmly, smacking her wooden ruler into her palm.You watch Wendy glow red with embarrassment as she stumbles over her words.“I... I got too big for them,” Wendy says, holding the hem of her blue skirt firmly against her knees. “I didn’t notice until I tried them on today. I’m sorry,” Wendy adds,.