There were also the occasional picture of Jesus or a Pope. In fact ... more than the occasional one. Hmm..."So, what do you do?"Fred turned his attent...on back Lisa's Dad. Looking at him, most likely a bad joke like "as little as possible!" would go over well here. But, no."I teach in Akron."Bill sat up in his chair."Akron? Isn't that where Dirk the Destroyer taught?" Fred smiled to himself. Should have known he'd be a wrestling fan."Yup, although he was retired by the time I got there. My mom. ” He tried to smile.I didn’t answer. I pushed open the car door and carried my bag with me. Beau walked into the house first. For a moment, I considered leaving. I’d hardly been back for twenty minutes and already it was too stifling, too emotional. Then I heard him call my name, almost so low that I wondered if he meant for me to hear it. I walked into the dark house, took a deep breath, and tried not to get overwhelmed.It was not the same on the inside. Gone were Mama’s trademark eggshell. For some reason she has wanted to make and wear clothes that look like they could be a knock off of the uniforms that the girls at Our Lady of Angels wore. Needless to say they have a profound effect on me and any other male above the age of ten! Especially since I'm sure the girls at Our Lady of Angels never wore blouses that were translucent without a bra nor did they wear skirts that were ... Well I just added a picture of Lily in one of her outfits to this letter.A spanking happened but. She enjoyed taking an active role outdoors in helping to save the planet and to conserve the earth’s wonderful natural resources. He hated bugs and preferred watching National Geographic from the comfort of his chocolate brown leather recliner on his big screen Plasma television. Yet, somehow, they transcended their differences and somehow they communicated. Somehow, when they were alone and cuddling on the sofa together, they spoke the same language when not talking but kissing instead. No.