She didn't have many large things, mostly personal items. Most of her furniture was furnished with the apartment. Not the nicest looking furniture.She...told me she was heading over to the diner to get our lunch table set up. I told her I would bring the kids with me since they seemed to be having fun watching the police helping them move. That was a good thing. My buddies kept teasing me about Stacy. I didn't care anymore because my life had meaning again. This was the happiest I'd been in a. " Besides what?" asked Vickie."It's just that I hate to see you holding yourself back because of what your mother has told you." Why?"Andrea hesitated, trying to look deep in thought as to what to do. Her little act was working to perfection."You said you wanted to be treated like an adult. I have something I will show you, but you are going to have to be very grown up."Vickie was puzzled, but nodded her head in the affirmative.Andrea went to her wall safe, spun the combination and withdrew a. She was the one person in my life that honed in on my right-brained tendencies and was uniquely able to get me to talk and describe what was in my head better than anyone ever had. ‘What is this? An assignment for Creative Writing 101?’ She brightened. ‘Yes it is. A change of roles for the moment. I am the teacher, you are the student. You are to write me a story, no more than 250 words, of your favorite fantasy. Even one you haven’t thought of yet would be more than acceptable. The first thing. Teresa was married to Gregory’s brother Chris. Together they had beautiful daughter named Emily. Sensing that Arabella wanted to be alone, Teresa left. Arabella wanted to cry but she couldn’t ruin her make up. This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. She was getting married to a Prince. A lot of girls would give a lot be in her position. But she wasn’t a lot of girls. She wanted to be a dentist, to finally have enough money to take care of her mother. She wanted to travel, maybe.