He set up the folding ladder for her and handed her a paint brush nestled in a dual-cup, paint and brush holder. It had a nice handle and was sectione... off, one part for paint and smaller one for the brush.He'd set up the ladder, aligned at an angle to the wall, so she'd have to reach off to the right, over the top hoop on the ladder with a stretch to paint. As she started to do that he grabbed his camera and with a low angle fired off a shot.Megan jumped a little at the flash."Sorry," he told. We drove to another pay phone and Christiane called a large real estate company to find if there were any vacant farms in the area to rent or lease. She went into a story about wanting to be close to the city but not have neighbours. Apparently a friend had said one was available but the address was lost. When a phone number was requested, Christiane said she would just call back in the afternoon.Dad found some lift trucks for me at a place that rented them out. He bought them for me and they. ” “Ohh, I said, “does your husband not tell this to you?” She said, “I am a single mom. My BF made me pregnant and then left me.”I also learned that she isn’t married yet but she decided to keep her son. Society didn’t accept her. And now she lives with her parents. I was sad hearing that story but I tried to support her and make her comfortable and feel good.As we were talking, time passed as we spent all day there. And then it was evening. I asked her to look at that beautiful sunset. And we. Since she was used to being on a schedule. She shook her head, scattering the thoughts before she could once again go down that road. You have friends and a whatever, she thought. Still not knowing what to call wolverine. She couldn’t call him Dad since he wasn’t her father, not really. Not to mention the added DNA to her birth mix, nor could she call him brother, that would just be weird and he was way to old to be her brother. Everything else was just too distant. Great just great I hate.