She blinked in an attempt to repress the tears which blurred her vision before they flowed down her face.She failed and sank to her knees, sobbing."Aw... fuck," Richie said in a small voice.Like a dam bursting in her head, memories which had been suppressed for eight years drowned out her other thoughts. "Oh my God," Melinda croaked. "I-I remember now ... oh, God, I remember ... I was s-so miserable. H-Heather ... Mom must've altered her memory, too."Melinda heard a single sniffle and a strained. I'm sure whatever you've got going can be rescheduled!" Tell you what, Drew," Brock said with derision dripping from every syllable, "you call the U.S. Women's Soccer team and the Norwegian National Team and see if they'll push back their match. You get that worked out and I'll do whatever the fuck you want. But do not ever agree to something on my behalf without discussing it with me first. Do you understand?" Fine," Drew said. Brock closed his phone before the man could utter another word.It. " Okay, then how about the translation once we find the tablet?" Gabir asked."That could take longer," Cynthia said, slumping dejectedly against the wall."No it won't," Briana and Amy said in unison.They exchanged smiles, and Briana continued with, "Whatever we are looking for, it was put there by the same people that placed the tablet in South America. He had the first tablet translated within twenty minutes while we were driving down a dirt road." The second, the one that led us here, was. Lastly, I would like to get rid of the furniture you have provided, because it's a little worn and dated. Either we can put it in storage for three years or I would suggest that with all of the students moving in soon, that you could sell it to them for their own places. When I move out, I will leave the furniture. I may take some art or nick knacks with me, but I will leave the tables, chairs, couches and beds. What do you think?" Do you know how much that will cost, and how much do you expect.