I thought, maybe then…I don’t remember pulling myself up the stairway but I did, because that’s where I came to, on the carpeted hallway floor i... front of the bathroom. There was a wet washcloth on my forehead, and Eleanor Kaminski was kneeling next to me, sitting back on her heels, pressing another washcloth to my cheek and neck.“What happened?” I croaked.“You fainted,” she said.“I’m sorry.”“I’m glad you didn’t make it into the bathroom. You might have cracked your head on something.”I lay. It’s what drew me to him. They all confide in him about everything; makes me a bit jealous at times,” she grinned. “They go to him first ‘cause he’s kind of a softie but he listens to them so well.”“You mentioned that your daughter...” Dr Jeffries consulted her notes, “Lynette ... and Tommie are close. Your kids first met when the two of you met?”“Pretty much,” Duncan agreed. “When we saw that the two of us were clicking, we began to have some ‘family outings’ all together.” He made finger. The feeling of standing in a hole intensified, she revised her height estimate up a couple of inches, which made him taller than Randy. His handshake was firm but not crushing, although she got the distinct impression of power held under firm control. “Nice to meet you, Johnson,” he said affably. “I have coached, but they didn’t say anything about it in the interview.” “Clark Potter was in a car accident a few days ago,” she said. “He’s been the JV football coach for eight years, and it looks. Robert asked where she was taking his wife, she gave him a naughty smile and let him know that she would be taking Helen to a private room for her to get changed into what he had brought. A bit embarrassed, Robert remained seated and watched as the two women left the room. He felt it most unusual that Helen wasn't asking any questions and showing no signs of concern, just simply went along with everything that was unfolding in front of them. As the lovely ladies left the room, all men took to.