When it happened again a couple of minutes later, I knew.Bean. She was coming.I went and packed myself an overnight bag, taking all the things I’d p...anned. Some extra clothes, toiletries, a few outfits and booties and headbands for Bean to wear in the hospital. I packed up everything I needed, all the while biting my lip through the contractions, needing to sit every time one rolled through my body. It was excruciating.I called Wes.“Hey, babe,” he said, and I could hear the click clack of a. I looked at Sushi and Beth. We were open tomorrow. I called him and made arrangements to meet. "Beth would you and Mira like to see San Francisco and the UC Med Center?" I asked. Sushi gave me a hit."I would like to, but I am not comfortable in the horse trailer. Maybe I had better stay here," was Beth's response.I looked at Sushi and realized my mistake. I took Sushi back to the car. We went to the truck dealers and looked for a step van to buy. We found one with windows and bench seats down. I am sure you know all about me. Everyone on this station seems to know how I got here. I . . . Well, I was at the bar yesterday and could not help but overhear the conversation between you and Doctor Julian. I um . . . I thought you made some excellent points. I…I’m sorry, I must sound insane but I was wondering if you would mind having dinner with me tonight? I don’t really know anyone and the few I’ve met seem to think I’m fragile or cursed or something-but from the conversation I overheard,. The walls were fairly bare. A dresser sat on the opposite wall from the bed, next to the bedroom door. The accordion doors to the closet on the left wall were closed. A window was just over Angels left shoulder as she sat upright in the bed. There was a nightstand on both sides of the bed. The right wall was bare. A laundry basket with folded clothes sat in the corner. Angel was silent as she took in her surroundings. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, standing up with a sigh. Where.