‘I don’t know. I really don’t know. Mrs. Helmsley has always been so wonderful to me, such a nice lady. I couldn’t imagine her doing something...like that. But, she has not been herself these past few days. I am so worried for her…’ I finished my drink and dropped the glass on the table. Greta eyes my glass. ‘Can you get you anything while you wait? Another drink, perhaps?’ I gazed at her. It was difficult to concentrate, to keep my head, as I started at her with those incredible tits and that. It looks like he'slost a lot of weight, too. He seemed so skinny."Marian was a still attractive woman in her mid forties, her once fieryred hair tinged with a bit of gray. She still maintained the figurethat she'd had at twenty-five to the delight and pride of her husband,Howard."Did he eat the soup?" I don't know. He asked me to leave it on the table, but he wouldn'tget out of bed until I left." Maybe he wasn't dressed, and he didn't want you to see him in hisunderwear."Marian smiled. She. "Come in. You just missed everyone. They went down state for one of my mom's friends wedding. Won't be back til tomorrow." "Oh, maybe I should go." No, please stay." I say, grabbing her arm and pulling her almost into my arms. I let go quickly. "Look, I'm sorry. Really sorry... About the other day. I didn't mean to offend you." You didn't offend me. I was just shocked." "Oh. Well, you hurried out of my room so quick and left before I was awake. I thought I'd pissed you off." She looks away. "I am going to leave, so you can continue getting ready for the funeralRohanna and please tell me your answer soon on that Prom date?" he asksme once again and runs from my room.Sara points at Josh's fleeing back and swings her pointing or accusingfinger at me or back to him more than once, "You, him...date...prom?That's too funny!" Why, because you're not going with us?" Ohh no, leave me out of that...PLEASE! I do not want to interfere inyour human dates with guys anytime soon? Besides that, I.