.My Auntie Debbie Booked a Holiday To Turkey With Her Boyfriend Ian But About A Month Before They Were Set To Go They Had A Bad Break Up For Some Reas...n so a couple of weeks before she came around to out house and asked my mum would she like to go with her and the k**s .My Mum said she would Love to go but she couldn't Get The Time Of Work . So I Said I Would Go If It was Ok and said I'd look after the k**s and give you abit of a break . She said yes if you really want to come that's fine with. He answered on the second ring.“Yeah Tom! I’m boarding. I can’t talk long.”“Dad,” I blurted, “mom wants me to shave her ... down there!”There was a moment of silence.“Shit! I forgot I promised I would shave her. She always liked her ... uh ... private parts clean shaven. She usually does it herself. However, she still has some motor control issues.”Dad paused. I could hear the announcement to turn off all electronic devices. His voice was strained when he finally spoke. “Look, son,” he choked. Then the words coming from the screen caught her attention once more and the thought was lost.On Wednesday she waited on ninety-seven customers and gained one hundred and seventeen dollars and fifty-five cents in tips. These were turned in to be deposited along with her paycheck, then to be drawn out automatically to pay for her rent and groceries."... Two eggs over easy, crisp bacon, hash browns, wheat toast - dry, and one cup of decaf." The request was a simple one, number eleven on her. No crying, no sobbing. She’d cried enough for a decade, at least. But, she wanted a hug. “Killing Angela wasn’t fun.”Jennifer chuckled, a tiny laugh, only audible cause Triss was close enough to feel it. “You thought it would be?”“Yes. I thought I’d kill her, laughing and dancing the whole time, you know? It’d be great. I’d feel great.” Sighing, she ran her hands up and down Jen’s back a little, continuing the hug. “Instead, all I did was ... execute a defeated, broken, stupid girl. And I did.