On hearing this I was in extreme happiness, but I controlled my feelings and said: “If I give time to her, then I will get less time to stay at home...” To which she said if you stay at her place also I can understand bcoz she needs support now and she is very well mixed up with you. Now, this was the time I was in seventh heaven and before my mom changed her words I said: ” Ok if your insisting I will stay at her place if time is not managing?” Mom said that she will also talk with her and will. ," he paused, his voice fading.John immediately rose and put a hand on his friends shoulder. "Damn, I'm sorry, Woody. It's been what?... over a year since Mary's passing. Here I am laying all of my crap on you and I know you're still hurting. Of course I'll call you. Give me a few days - we'll get together for dinner and a few beers. I would really enjoy that."Holmes smiled and escorted John out of the office. He stood for a moment, shaking his head in sympathy, watching the slumped shoulders. "It's not my real name," he hastily added."Those jackets look uncomfortably hot," Fifi said.She stepped up to the edge of her square. DaBigBoom jolted backwards as he felt something pliant and flexible reach up between his legs. Her tail. Unlike Pihanga's, the end of Fifi's tail swelled out into a bulbous structure that resembled a jar. The end opened out into three flexible and triangular flanges."You'd be much more comfortable with less ... covering," Fifi said. The nuance didn't escape. I could kinda relate, my parents did the same thing, and they would fixate on only what they wanted, and not get that I just needed to live my life. She totally understood, and that's why she wanted to get out of there so bad. She couldn't focus at home, she tried to keep the family somewhat together by visiting her dad; she just needed to move on, and until she could, she had decided to just stretch to cover it all herself. The conversation lapsed as we both sipped slowly on our coffees. So.