He had a coffee and a danish pastry, enjoying the bustle of the weekend families in the coffee shop.As he returned that evening, the phone was ringing... For a second he thought it was Carol. Then remembered she did not know he was back in Britain. It was Tracy.“Have you been to see Carol?” came the blunt question.“I don’t know either of her phone numbers,” he said. “Have you got them?”“No, but John, just go round there and see her. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”He felt a lethargy descend. . naked, covers drawn around my waist; a massive tent formed just below my navel.Mom was getting ready for bed. The night was hot and humid therefore, she decided to take a nice shower before retiring to bed. Mom was still rubbing her hair when I brought up my plans about enticing Michelle Wong to our little pleasure club. Her hands suddenly came to a halt, and she gave me a strange look. She was incorrect on one count, there were three not two women in my life. She did not know about grandma. “Hey, Suarez,” he replied dryly. “Yeah, just getting her autopsy done now. They processed her pretty thoroughly when she was brought in, so I think you all will be square with any physical evidence.”“Right,” he said, watching as Saema’s heart was finally plucked free of the piping which kept it in her chest. The heart was laid out in a metal tray and examined under the Assistant’s magnifying eye piece. He then took a scalpel and cut off a couple samples of the muscle walls to have analyzed, but. Squashed things pretty badly. Not so much a guillotine as a rock-crusher. Did a huge amount of damage to both your legs. You got a face-full of glass shards, too, but that's all trivia -- your glasses protected your eyes quite nicely." He shrugged again. "You were actually lucky -- once you get past the bad luck of the whole damned thing... it could have gotten your pelvis, in which case you'd be dead most likely, or dying very slowly but inevitably -- crushed pelvis equals dead soon, even.