’ She walked over confidently and kissed him on the lips and pulled his head against her breast. ‘My heart cries for what my mother did to you.’...He pulled away and smiled, saying breakfast looked great. She revealed no disappointment at his indifference. As Irma walked away he thought a great ass sway, inherited from her mother and then grinned bashfully knowing he had no memory of how her mom had walked. His expression turned sober and as she turned at the doorway he said, ‘I have no intention. Vabbè, forse devi crescere ancora un po’… allora, cosa volevi chiedermi?».«Boh, neanche mi ricordo più, però non ero venuto qua sotto per farmi una sega, le riviste le ho scoperte l’altra settimana, volevo solo guardarle… poi sì, mi sa che dopo sarei andato al cesso a segarmi…».«Al cesso?... ma meglio di qua? Non hai visto che bell’angolino che si è creato papà? Mica viene qua sotto solo per lavorare e per il fresco, sai? E allora l’inverno?... Cosa credi che si trattiene a fare quando è tardi. "In everything she's said, she never mentioned anything that sounded at all like a manic episode..." It could be her first. You aren't born bipolar. She may have had a series of depressive episodes, culminating with her suicide attempt earlier. She could be finishing a swing through to mania now..." Damn it, Jake. I'm the one who's supposed to be the ship therapist..." She sounded mad at herself. "I knew I was getting too close to her for objectivity. I was just so fucking grateful I didn't. I told them that Julie was intending to train as a teacher, which to them is a respectable profession for a lady, but they didn't know what a chemical engineer does, and therefore don't know if you would be able to keep their precious daughter in the style to which she should be accustomed!"Adrian's input made it sound even worse!"Sorry, Jon, but Mum has never had to work for a living, apart from some secretarial work she did in London before she married Dad, and therefore she doesn't expect me.