.. I held his hand, and told him I understood and how much he meant to me. His hand went limp, and he stopped breathing. I knew he had died as I talke... to him. There was nothing I could do, and I couldn't stop myself. I just kept talking to him."By early evening, Frank and I were three sheets to the wind. Since neither of us was fit to drive, we ordered in some pizza. As we ate our pizza, Frank finished telling me about his day.Frank sat in the chair holding his Doc's hand, while he waited for. They’ll leave the bulk of the floor in place and just pour a new one over it as the main thing they need to do here is put in deep large footings for the new walls. Monday morning the pallets of bricks will be delivered and the actual construction will start.The builder explains they won’t cut the holes for the connections to the house until they have the exterior walls of the new buildings in place. The way the work has been designed the majority of the interior walls aren’t load bearing, so. She took out a wine bottle and a pair of a wine glass with a candle. It was a romantic night like a honeymoon.I was a lucky man to get a client like her. She lighted candle and poured the wine to the wineglass. We sat beside each other, she rested her head on my shoulder. We talked about each romantic moments for some time and it was 12.Soon she told it’s my first day after my birthday. Make me very fucking bitch of yours.We went inside the tent and I started kissing her lips holding her hairs.. In the middle of beginning to feel sorry for myself, I heard a strange noise -- just a little sound, like a muffled cry. I stood still and listened. It kind of came and went, sometimes strong, sometimes quiet. It was David. He was crying!I flew out of my room and ran down the hall to his door and listened. Yes, it was definitely David. I wondered what could be making him cry. Was it Sandy? Did she break up with him? What was going on? I turned the door handle slowly as I thought about all of.