”“Me, too,” he said, both of us looking at each other, not quite sure what to say.“Hey, how about a cup of tea,” I suggested.“Great! I cou...d go for a cup of tea.”I squeezed by him and went into the small kitchen area to put on the tea. I grabbed a flannel shirt from a hook near the back door and put it on but didn’t button it. Tristan was on the other side of the cabin looking at some pictures on the wall. He then came over to me and put his hands on my hips.“I feel lucky that we met,” he. " Jake..." No," Jake said. "Enough of this shit. I'm a big boy now and how much I drink, how much I smoke, and how I spend my money is my business, not yours. You're my sister and I love you, and you're my manager and I respect you on that level, but you're not my mother or my nanny and I'll thank you to keep your nose out of my personal life." Jake, I don't want to see you destroy yourself," she said. "You're heading down a road you don't really want to travel." What's the matter?" he asked. She paused, and then whispered softly, “Except, maybe, me. I could be close to Mom. I know how Mom felt about you. I know how she saw you, how she made you feel, how she completed you. I could come closer to giving you what Mom gave you than any other woman in the world.” She stopped talking for a moment. She was aware that her emotions were getting the best of her. She was sure that she sounded crazy to her father’s ears. Maybe she was crazy. But if she was, she was crazy in love with. They are not strong, more like a heavy stinging. When you regain enough strength that you can move your arms, you feel you have a large bandage around your head. You are urged by the nurse in charge to leave that alone, and she asks you if you need a painkiller. The pain isn't great so you answer no.While your thoughts are becoming clearer as the anaesthesia leaves your blood stream you become aware of another heavy stinging from your right arm on which there is gauze and some large bandages,.