"Whas um?" Was all she could manage before flopping back onto the pillowand suffering a coughing fit.Adrienne climbed out of the stifling, thermally i...sulated prison thatpassed for covers and rummaged for her clothes. Jen watched her dress, anarm draped across her forehead."Just leave him be, sweetie. He probably needs some time to think," shecroaked, the first in probably a litany of morning after clich?s.Ade didn't answer, dashing out of the caravan after him.He was only a couple of feet down. Wearing the same clothes as yesterday, he left his room and sleepily made his way to the hall, but as he took the first step down the staircase, he realized that there was something in his hand. Gripped tightly in his fingers like a prison shiv was the nail. When had he picked it up? He didn't remember ever even touching it. Turning back, he returned to his room and set the nail at its resting place on his bedside table. After staring at it a little longer than he should have, he left the room. " she said in a small voice. But I could sense this was just the lingering hold of conventionality over her thoughts.I took her body strong in my arms. I didn't kiss her again. That was too easy. I got her to look me straight in the eye again as I held her firmly. Our eyes were locked. I felt Mom's arms move on my back as I stared at her. I felt her relax in my arms. I saw two small tears well in the corner of her eyes. She fell toward me so I was supporting her. I kissed her neck softly. She. The driver feels so awful that he begins to cry. A beautiful blonde woman driving down the highway sees a man crying on the side of the road and pulls over. She steps out of the car and asks the man what's wrong."I feel terrible!" He explains, "I accidentally hit the Easter Bunny with my car and KILLED HIM."The blonde says, "Don't worry."She runs to her car and pulls out a spray can. She walks over to the limp, dead Easter Bunny, bends down, and sprays the contents onto him.The Easter Bunny.