We were pretty well off, Dad had left Mother a pile of money,and she had a good telecommuting job, so she was at homealmost all the time to make sure ... "stayed in character". Sheused her approval as the carrot and disapproval as the stick,and because I really did love my mother, I tried to pleaseher.About this time, Mother also starting giving me "vitamins"to take every day. I started feeling a bit queasy from them,so I learned to fake swallowing the things most of the time. Icouldn't always. ”I waited a few minutes and remembered Pauline wanted seats in the center but not too close to the stage, and Ron would need my credit card. I got up, got my credit card from my purse, and went to his bedroom.I opened his door. “See if you can get something around the sixth...,” my voice trailed off as I tried to finish the sentence, “or seventh ... row ... center.”“Oops, sorry, Mom. I got distracted.”I stood there holding the doorknob, looking into the darkened room, “That’s okay, I should. ‘Just be with him, listen to him, talk to him – doesn’t matter what about, really, just the sound of your voice. Think of Stan as a kind of coma patient, but one who you know can hear, see, touch, smell. Taste, too!’ she finished with a smile and lifted eyebrow, and Anne blushed like a schoolgirl. ‘Oh, God.’ Anne was visibly struggling, but the she took a deep breath and told Elizabeth, ‘Okay. I can do this. For Stan, I can do this!’ – – – – – – – – – – That lunchtime, Elizabeth was sitting. If one gets away the others will run, too, so when the first one tries you must bring back his dead body for the rest to see.”“We will think about that. We will eat now, and show you the river tomorrow, and we will think about the men.”“Thank you for listening to us.”The stew was even better than before. They must have added some more vegetables and some spices of some kind. It was really good. I told Gina to try to find out what they put in it, as I would be happy eating this at home. Jono and.