I was working for a hi-end furniture store as the Furniture Technician , a fancy name for a Furniture Repair Person. I have been in thousands of home... and had some wild experiences through the years, but few as memorable as this one....About 11 am was my appointment be at a service call in a condominium complex in Naples. I was a bit late but the Lady of the home greeted me at the door with kindness. She ( Mrs. P) invited me in and asked me if I wanted something to drink. "No thank you" I. ”“You have slept a great deal of the time, but you have also been up and about walking, and eating. Sometimes you were quite rational, but then would relapse into muttering to yourself, and talking about Woody as if he were alive...” She paused, “and of Caroline, as if she too was still alive. Zinnia wrote to mother and told us the tragic news.” Ruth came to the bed and hugged me tightly. “We are all heartbroken at your loss, Jack. Mother cried for a week, and had to be given laudanum to calm. This particular night, there was a large group of us staying after hours. I had been trying to cut back on the amount I had been drinking, but no one else apperantly was!I was getting ready to leave, but the rest of the group kept trying to talk me out of it. As I was heading for the resteraunt side of the building to take the door closest to my car, someone yelled for "L" to not let me go. She got in my way laughingly wanting to know where I was going. I explained I was heading home, but she. Nervous?” Ms. Woodhill asked.“My Dad has a copy of it. I escaped before he found Mom,” Suzie said. Half of the class groaned.Turning to look at Sean, Ms. Woodhill was shocked by his appearance. Worried, she asked, “What’s the matter with you, Sean?”“I caught my Dad reading poetry to my Mother.”Tom sat up and said, “You poor bastard. No one should ever experience that.”“That’s sick. Parents should stick to age appropriate materials,” Debbie said making a face as if she had just bitten into a.