We didn't blame them!The two of us waved goodbye in the general direction of their rapidly departing car, grinned at each other, then loaded up all ou... baggage, and took it up to her room on the third floor.The room was actually quite a decent size, with a bed, built in storage cupboards, a desk and two chairs, a sink and a useful counter with a double socket for kettle and toaster. It was about the same size as Sian's room in Cardiff, which is roughly what I had imagined from Jen's. We went back to our house for a late lunch.As we were eating lunch together, my phone rang. Since we were all in the same room, an immediate hush descended as everyone knew what my phone ringing probably meant. I was startled but opened my phone. "Hello," I said."Hello," said the voice on the other end. It was a pleasant, civilized sounding voice. "Is this the Bob from the radio station?" Yes," I replied. "What can I do for you?" My name is Frank, Frank Speaks. I heard your message on the radio. I tucked her in and made her giggle. I gave her chocolate milk and graham crackers and cartoons on the television. All was right with her world. She had no idea you had left them all. She just knew her mother was sleeping and her favorite show was on. That was enough. I was being your damage control. Right now I sit here in front of her computer screen and type this to you. I have never met you. I don’t know who you are, not really. But I know she loved you. She loves you still. And I know. "He's wearing the same clothes as me," Richie muttered, unable to resistlooking down at himself and his own clothes and gasping in shock when hedid. "WHAT THE HELL?"Richie's eyes went wide in shock and disbelief when he saw his body andthe clothes he was wearing. His first impression was that Adam musthave played a joke on him while he was unconscious and dressed him inhis mom's clothes. After all he was wearing her blouse and her niceslacks. However his clothes were soaked through and he.