Josie shook her head. The girls would never be happy with any trip they made, at least not as happy as they had been on that summer break two years ag... in England.The idea came so sudden that it made her breathless. This might work. At least she could try. A quick glance at the clock on her table told her it was half past three, half past eight in England. Still, there was a major hurdle to overcome. Would she find the courage to call him? But then she thought of her daughters. This wasn't just. The tone was one of slight amusement.Theresa walked into the room, wheelchair in hand."Are you ready?" she asked."I guess," I said and then added; "I'm still not sure what's happening." What do you mean?" she said as she was helping me into the chair."Do you remember when I said I live on the second story? How am I going to get to my apartment? I'm not sure what's happening. I mean, I can't even drive there," I said. Then I asked the question that had been eating at me all morning. "Do you just. Finally the men dressed and mom told them to let themselves out. As soon as I heard the front door close I heard mom say, "Get out here!"I froze. She couldn't be talking to me - there was no way she could know I was in the closet."Bobby, I said get your ass out here, now!"I came out of the closet and found that mom was not smiling. In fact her expression was one of disgust. She glanced at the camera in my hand, "I can only assume that the purpose behind the camera is to blackmail me. What were. What was your trip to Miami for?" I replied that I was interning at an International Organization and Im a PhD student. " wow! nice and you have an accent :) where are you from?" I told her that I come from Europe but my mom is American and dad is black African. She told me that she was visiting friends and she likes Miami a lot especially for fun.Later in the air, the plane started shaking a bit and while all the lights were off, she grabbed my hand and said " OMG! I hate this can I grab your.