Even Wendy and Bill's parents' eyes were drenched. Everyone hugged everyone, that was a huge moment in all of our lives. This time we all stayed in th... hospital room for a little longer, I guess we were all on a high you could say.“So now we're her god parents right?” Wendy asked.“Yes of course,” I replied.“And what about us?” Maria asked with a tone.“Well, you are the grandparents that get to spoil her, you two have the best job of all of us,” I replied.“I guess we didn't think about that,”. I still felt like shit, but now I felt less like shit and more like a human. Something about that row had released part of my sadness. For a long time, the only form of communication between me and Dave was awkward glances. In that period, two other guys came into my life. Actually, that is debatable, because one of them was straight.This straight guy was one of my closest friends, Alan Sinclair. To be honest, I’d never felt any sort of attraction towards him (unless you count the teensiest. And his words still echoed. On tiptoes, she ran to her bedroom. There was her dress. Draped over the chair where he’d placed it. Her smile grew as she leaned against the door and pictured him kneeling beside her bed. And there was his tie. It had fallen at his feet. His only mistake. He’d forgotten it. In slow motion she moved towards it. Reaching out to feel it. Knowing he’d worn it. Did he leave it on purpose? Was it his way of telling her he’d been there? That he existed and that he had. "How good an actor is your teenage star?" He has lots of talent but only limited amateur experience." Have you considered making him the heroine?" Certainly not. How can you suggest such a thing?" You were very enthusiastic about his performance at your workshop. Youtold me yourself that he was better at the female lead's role than thegirl you had chosen." Yes, but that wasn't done in costume, and he didn't have to be kissedby the male lead." Well if you don't want to play the role yourself,.