I'm not deadyet, Hubert, but you're free anyway." No sir." Hubert pushed the chair with thirty years of experience. "Aslong as I am of service, sir, I...shall remain."The cars were waiting. The money Winters had split was in bank accounts,and everyone had their bank books. They gathered here."Is this all?" Juliana asked."Well you never know." Chin said jokingly. "Maybe we can find anotherbastard and turn him into a caring person." Everyone looked at himsurprised. It was the first time the doctor. "Patrick looked at me and I noticed he was smiling and was already having some fun with the thought that his mother would find me naked in their home.He quickly took his shirt back to his room, and when he came back, he found me lying stretched out on the sofa, with my head on the armrest.He went sitting in the other sofa and while looking at me, he said, "I think my mother will throw you out, at the moment she sees you like that." Oh, I'm not so sure about that, she was much too curious about. I smiled and finished off the story. "Jeff took to calling Donald 'Fuzzy' in an attempt to be a general pain in the ass. The pair compromised and agreed on the nickname 'Fuzz', which now even Donald prefers to his own given name."Jeff finally had control of his emotions. "It's good that he prefers it since it goes better with his last name." Now Jeff started giggling.Cassie looked at me expectantly, so I explained. "His last name is spelled B-E-H-R, pronounced 'bear'."Jeff caught his breath. Finally, I decided to go upstairs.The master bedroom was just as empty as the others. The king-size bed Fred's mother slept in seemed to mock me with its throne-like quality. It seemed to say, This is my place, and you're nothing here.The bathroom was empty, also. So was the guest room.There was only one place left to look. Fred's old bedroom-the one he'd occupied as a boy.I'd seen that bedroom before. His mother had kept it maintained like a shrine, carefully preserving its adolescent ambience.