I decided to go to Warsaw Uprising Museumon Sunday to check this trope. The museum's library was available forvisitors only from Tuesday to Friday, bu... well, one day or two didn'tmatter much anyway.Unfortunately, I had to resign from these ambitious plans. My mothercollapsed during the tests and she had to stay in hospital forobservation. Dad came home and started to prepare clothes and stuff forher."Why didn't you call me, dad?" I asked him. "I could make everything upand brought this to. What do you think we should do to occupy our time while your daddy is making his important call?”“I don’t know.” I stuttered while he poured himself another drink.“Why don’t you finish up that drink of yours, I’d hate to see good whisky go to waste, and have a seat and keep me company. “ He said as he pulled me down onto his lap on the sofa. He finished his second drink, and guided my hand, still holding the other glass up forcing me to drink it. It burned on the way down, some spilling out of. They arrived in Corvale. It was a large and prosperous town bordering the river Cor. It was surrounded on three sides by high stout walls and a deep water filled moat. There were three gates into the town. The fourth side was defended by the river. There was a ferry service that ran across to the far bank. Docks, wharves and warehouses lined the bank. The town’s prosperity stemmed from the caravan trade. There was also some waterborne trade but this was limited as there were rapids down stream. I don’t have a life.’ ‘Come on, everybody does,’ I spoke, trying to be supportive. ‘Sure, I live and breathe, but I just never seem to have nay fun, she sighed. ‘All my girl friends have a life, they have boyfriends and husbands and they go out and party and have a good time. And I’m always the one they confess to, who gives them a ride home when things don’t work out.’ ‘Don’t you date?’ ‘Not much, lately.’ ‘You’re a nice looking woman,’ I said. ‘I don’t understand why some smart fellow hasn’t.