We again got off the I-110 at Slauson Ave., but going East this time and working our way south in the Florence neighborhood. We repeated what we had d...ne the past two days, but again with little results.When stopping for lunch in a small restaurant, we had a change of luck.“Look over at the man sitting in the end booth,” Grace told me, as we waited in line to order. “He’s the guy who I punched out in the rest room when we were changing clothes on first arriving here,” she finished.“Isn’t that. It was too, the shiny covering on my cell phone acted as a very good and accurate mirror. I walked with my head down, the font of my hat pulled low over my eyes but I needed to see the bloody traffic. I ran across the crosswalk, taking all my chances and soon I smelt the cheap formaldehyde in the nail salon when I first enter the shops. The tea shop is not far at all and I have a very good feeling that my dad’s waiting for me.So he is. ‘Heya Jude! Thort you’d be in here already.’ He hugs me and. She used to tell us the most incredible stories. I found myself fantasizing about him…that’s why I wrote the letters. I didn’t think they would reach a real person…I’m so embarrassed.” “I have his name…I serve on the same ship he did…what are the odds?” John asked, smiling. “Please don’t be embarrassed. I loved reading your letters. I wrote you back. They’re all in there, in that packet. In the process of reading about you and writing to you, I fell in love with you. I know that’s a terribly. I knew that I'd have to stop seeing Bea while Mr. Parsons was staying at the house. I didn't have to stop thinking about her though, so I did think, and I played with myself while I thought about her. I started wishing the weekend would be over, just so life around there could get back to normal again. There was a different atmosphere in the whole house when Mr. Parsons was home. I didn't think anybody liked him. Only Mr. Chalmers had anything nice to say about him. Bea had told me that I.