The waiting room with a mere three chairs, not much bigger than my eat-in kitchen area, was empty."Hello?" I called out.Dr. Crumholtz trudged out, loo...ing like she'd been burdened with serial killers and other misfits all day. Her shoulders slumped and her eyes were at half-mast and dark. "Oh, its you. Come in." She led me to a small room with just two chairs. One painting, a beach with crystal clear water, adorned the right wall. The left wall had a floor to ceiling drape. Small shelves stuck. It was when she went into the kitchen for the first time that she again strongly felt the absence of Sam. They had taken most of his things with them when they went, but there was still the place where he used to lie on his blanket and sleep. John came up behind her, and when he saw her looking in that direction, he put his arm around her waist and kissed her neck. "It'll take a while," was all he said, but Jo smiled.For the rest of the day Jo sat reading, in readiness for her return to college. "My back went out, Dear. If I move, it hurts." Well, why do you look like that?" I assumed she meant sweaty and red-faced. She had stopped crying."I've been out here for a couple of hours. I think I might be getting heat stroke." Oh my God!" she sobbed, covering her face, and it seemed like she might start crying again."Angela, it'll be all right. Just stay calm." Just then I noticed for the first time that because of the way she had crouched next to my shoulder, her short, white tennis skirt. The same problem would have arisen from taking a taxi. He had eventually convinced his parents to loan him the car, telling them he had to run some errands. He had sat in the parking lot for half an hour, too nervous to go in, but once he was inside, the flashing lights and pounding music of the dance floor soon combined with his first taste of alcohol to make his head feel like a helium balloon. But even in his relaxed state of mind Peter couldn't bring himself to go out onto the dance floor..