So I wanted to move on to the next stage. So I began to plan. I decided to bring a fight between my father and mother.I wantedly did a mistake so that...my dad scold me. Likewise, he yelled at me like anything and I complained it to mom. Since she is on my side now, she supported me and my Dad got pissed off and the fight between them went to various topics and it became huge. My mom was severely hurt and that night while sleeping she was feeling very sad and sorrow. As per plan, I used the. This could be disastrous for me, if anyone else finds out aboutthis.* * * * * * * * * * *I paced throughout the apartment for the rest of the afternoon. On onehand I kind of looked forward to having someone, especially a friendlike Kelly, to show me the ropes a little on how to really dress theway I've always wanted to. On the other hand I was terrified. How isshe going to perceive this? Will this change the dynamic of ourrelationship of being boss/secretary and of being good friends?I hardly. Legal waiver,” Rosa presented Monica with the usual lawyerly boilerplate form about non-litigation, etc.“Of course,” Monica easily agreed, just wanting to get this done, to rip off her hang-ups, fears, anguish, angst, guilt, remorse, anger, etc. like a bandage.“Please be seated. Dr. Edwards will be with you shortly. His nurse will call you by name,” Rosa directed a jittery, quaking Monica to a seat in the waiting room after she paid the fee.It honestly looked just like a normal waiting room at. He must be pretty good, I thought. They've even turned the Television off. This was something that had never before happened in that busy place."Yeah, I used to wire those Bookie Joints back in St. Louis for the Good Fellows," he was saying, "Every time one of the Joints got raided, I would just move on to where ever they sent me and start wiring another place."This guy is really full of it, I thought, but I found myself laughing right along with all the others. I finally had to admit, the guy.