Shit.There, in a hot little yoga outfit of blue and black yoga pants and a black midriff top, is Maria. She’s making her first move at the same time...as me. I haven’t seen in her in weeks, and she looks good. She’s lost some of her twigginess, and she’s put on muscle. She looks almost like a professional runner, lithe and strong. I guess she does yoga now, and maybe that accounts for her muscle mass. Her hair is black, but a bright stripe of fuchsia runs through it. It’s in a cute asymmetrical. She watched as they finished and left and she was thinking of going inside and calling someone. she then saw who her neighbor actually was.He was an older man, he looked to be in his late 60s. he saw her and waved and she smiled and waved back. she watched as he struggled with a few boxes and she went over and asked if he needed a hand. he gladly accepted her help and together they carried the boxes into his house. He said, "i'm Jeffrey, thanks for the help". Britney replied, "no problem at. He found the print when you emptied out our old flat before moving to Las Vegas with the new man in your life, remember your first agent Julius? Jack asked me to keep the photograph in his memory, the only member of your family that bothered to keep in touch with me (through a card and letter each Christmas).I attended Jack’s funeral. I was afraid to breach your restraining order, of course, but apparently your World Tour won over any lingering respect or regard you might have held for the man. " Oh. I see. I don't mean to sound patronizing, it's just that yourage surprised me, and Ella's safety is very important to me." Oh, no, I understand, completely. Honestly. Ed and I are the sameway with Bebe."Just then the infant in the carrier made himself known with a seriesof unhappy noises. "Oh, dear, I'm sorry," said the child's mother.Someone woke up wet and messy. Excuse me for just a second."Before Rose could explain to the woman where the lavatory was, thewoman shouted, "Ella! Ella,.