My name’s John.”“Mine’s Lauren.” She said, shaking his hand. “I didn’t hardly recognize my sister.” She continued, innocently. “Dadd... would have a fit if he saw her looking like that.”Barbi looked uncomfortable and her face began to flush. She had been determined to reclaim John’s affection and, as a result, was dressed extremely provocatively, not to mention her hair and make-up.She obviously couldn’t have picked a worse day for her sister to see her. She had taken extra time applying her eye. Room malik ke room me bahut sare log kiraye par rahte the lekin room malik hume apne ghar ke najdik hi ek room diya tha kiraye par rahne ke liye. Room malik ki patni to usse bahut darti thi aur wo room malik ka sara kaam karti thi. Main bhi kabhi kabhi room malik ke ghar jati thi aur room malik ki patni se baaten karti thi to mujhe unse baat karke pata chala ki room malik thoda drink karte h aur isilye wo kabhi kabhi apni patni ko bahut gali bhi dete the. Ek din room malik mere room me aaye aur. How can I help?" David, may I call you by your first name?" "Sure." "Yesterday afternoon a patient was admitted by the name of Anna-Lisa Howell, living in Shorewood, Illinois, do you know her?" Yes, I've known Anna for many years. What happened?" "Anna was hit broadside on the Stevenson Expressway and she keeps coming in and out of a coma, but she keeps saying three names that we have no idea who they are, we're not sure if they're family members or acquaintances we should try to contact.". As I raised the light up to see who it was I found a youngwoman on the ground with her arms tightly holding her knees tucked upagainst her chest and her face buried against them sobbing. She waswearing a blue summer dress with long tears on the side and the front.She looked up at me her body shaking slightly with a terrified look onher red tear stained face.Sophie let out a whimper and with head low padded over to her andsniffed."No! Please," she cried out as she flinching away. "Please. Please.