You will not be expected to remember them, though, at this time. They are posted everywhere and you will shortly be required to recite them by heart. ...ou will also be reading them aloud in class each Monday, from of course, a first person perspective."John Phillips mind raced in circles of confusion. Class? He didn't know if he was entering prison, school or hell. All he new was that he had foolishly lost his job, his income, and by the way, his wife. Dim in his mind, he hoped that she would. He dusted everything and vacuumed the floor, then washed the tables and equipment until the room looked like new.The following evening, she was standing on the sidewalk outside the train station as he drove up. He clicked the window down as he stopped his car by the curb and said, "Hi! Mindy?"She said, "Yes! Kyle?"He answered, "Yes! Hop in!"She opened the door, tossed in a small carry-on bag in the back seat, and got in the car.Kyle drove back to his house. Making light conversation, he asked,. Uh... doing whatever in the game room.”“Thank you,” holly said. I added my thanks and then followed her and puddy tat into the cabin.The game room was originally intended as a true family game room. Or that’s what it looked like at first glance. There were dart boards on the walls and a ping pong table folded up over in the corner. On the floor along one wall was a shuffleboard court. What caught my attention, however, wasn’t on the walls or the floors, it was on the ceiling. Suspended about. I enjoyed her company and she enjoyed going to restaurants and ordering salads and cool looking non-alcoholic drinks with those little umbrellas. Tami told me it made her feel all grown up. So as the weeks went on and she wasn't doing anything in particular, which was almost every day, she would just come over and hang out around the pool as if my house was her second home. Her Mother appreciated that Tami could come over and there was someone around in case of emergency. Sometimes I would have.