Like most of them in the past, Mallory stepped up to the front and once again got on his soap box about his take on fund raising. The rest of us strug...led to stay awake. He was just one in an extremely long line of speakers and I was just about done. I did hope to make it through until the meeting was adjourned so, even while Milton Mallory jabbered on, I contemplated getting up and moving to the back of the room. Just to be able to stand for a while would be of great help. Just as I was about. .Lone Pine Mall, March 29, 1997It was a gray, dreary Saturday, not uncommon for the Pacific Northwest atthis time of the year, but it seemed particularly depressing to CharlesWilson today, coming as it did after a couple of days of sunshine. But itdidn't really matter to him; it only helped him to solidify a decision hehad been moving toward in the weeks since his mother had died.He would end his life.He really didn't see a point in continuing the charade of living. Withthe passing of his. When I came downstairs for breakfast imagine the feast served out for my eyes. The fact that I was a man with manly needs didn't even enter her mind. I was her sweet innocent little boy and the fact that I was staring at her didn't make her think it was anything more than absent daydreaming. I watched her as she cooked on the stove with the sun entering through the window making a silhouette and defining her firm toned body. She bent over to get things from the fridge and cupboards and even. So I would like youto go to the waiting room while I talk to Sheila alone. Is that alrightwith you Mrs. Johnson?" Well I think I should be here. She is my daughter and I feel responsiblefor her."The doctor stood up and extended her hand to Pamela. "We both want thebest for your daughter Mrs. Johnson."Doctor Dorfman must have pushed some secret button or something becausethe door opened and the assistant was there to escort Mrs. Johnson to thewaiting room.Closing the door the doctor turned to.