And of course they were all taking First Class.The picture was horrendous. It was taken from outside Emma's building on Park Avenue. It was four in th... fucking morning, and the families were standing around waiting for the limo to arrive. Emma's hair was thrown into a bun, she was wearing her Hardtail pants, and a Yale tee that clung to her bulimic body perfectly. An Autumn Cashmere sweater and her down vest was over it. God it was freezing outside. Her Pucci scarf was wound around her neck,. But knowing the difficulty in getting a taxi at this time on a Saturday night, thought better of it. Aware that we were running short of time, I craved for Dave to do more. Dave carried on to say how the dress was tied, and how, depending on my mood it could be tied accordingly. The younger guy, feigning innocence, suggested that they be shown what he meant. That was it! Dave urged me to twist a little in my seat to show where the bow was tied. This also had the effect of showing much of my. Cheryl was the embodiment of warmth and love. My new son would also have Cheryl. They had nothing to overcome. They had the best mother in the world.Kelly was different. She had led a terrible life, until we met. She hadn’t known love or caring. Kelly had put all of that behind her to accomplish, and accomplish, and accomplish. She came out of hate, and learned to love.We got to Cheryl’s house. She must have had a dozen children living there at the time, and she warmly accepted my son into the. And Buffy had loved her--physically, at least, if not emotionally.And then Buffy had let her down easy.Okay, so it wasn't as if she hadn't been expecting it. But then to see her again earlier that afternoon on the videoconference, and have her treat her as if she were nothing more than Lieutenant Satsu, Head of the Tokyo Squad… That had stung. And it was the main reason she and Kennedy were here now, still dancing, as full of energy as the clock approached one a.m. as they had been when the.