"Will you move your ruddy arse...for God's sake"Jesus Christ,does that woman ever shut the f*ck up? Whinge,whinge,whinge,every bloody day!"YESSSSSSS,I...m coming".Well fat chance of THAT...cumming I mean.Then,from nowhere this thought popped in me head...take 'em,use 'em later to wank over.WTF?! But know what...I did.I folded them up & quickly dashed to me bedroom.Where to hind them though? If mam found them...well it didn't take a genius to work out what would happen.AHAAAAAA,thought I,I'll put. The old lady still had her sense of humour, even whilst lying there, unable to get up, waiting for the end, she was the one making everyone relaxed and calm. ‘Darling I don’t suppose you would be so kind as to get me a glass of whisky.’ ‘It’s only ten thirty in the morning Gammy, how about a cup of tea.’ ‘Misha stop being an old fuddy duddy. I’m dying. If I have a glass of Whisky early in the morning it’s not going to kill me. Be a good boy and get me it.’ Walking downstairs he found his mother. She was bewildered, "Well basically he said they are going to come the three of them, Barbara included, that something had happened between the three of them and that is hard to believe –his words, nor mine--; Barbara is going to live with them for a while and when I asked him if Betsy was in agreement he said he wouldn't say exactly that Betsy wants it, but, that all things considered she had decided to go along with the idea."It was a nervous half an hour for us waiting for the trio and their. " Really?" Molly asked, thinking that was something everyone wanted to hear."I see someone new coming into your life very soon," the girl went on with yet another card. "Someone older, with dark hair and a very handsome face. They will heal the wound in your heart." Oh please," Molly thought, but didn't say, "at least she could've come up with something more original than the old tall, dark and handsome stranger routine."The reading continued for a few more minutes, with a few more generalized.