When she walked into my room she was looking really pale.“Elena? What’s wrong? Can I get you some medication or something? Do I need to drive you ...o the doctor’s?” I asked frantically.She was like a statue for a minute before she finally answered, “I’ve actually been to the Doctor’s. You remember how I was feeling a little sick before I left? Well I was still feeling sick the day after I got to my mom’s place. And she did as she normally does and she had me go to see the Doctor.” She collapsed. It's good to be out. And to see all of you.I really didn't expect this." Truthfully I was starting to choke upagain, and you know what? It didn't feel at all embarrassing. Thesepeople were family to me. Grandmother Ilene by blood, the others byassociation and deeply held friendships. There are times when a mancan shed tears and not seem either stupid or maudlin. That day was oneof those. A memory I will always cherish and take out for fondexamination as long as I live.It being two days. She had tried to steer the chat away from herself; it was a classic ploy for punters to try and find out as much about the "girl" that they were about to screw and she was a little uncomfortable about it. She used her mothers' name, Katerina, while working and had never used her real name, Grace, until it slipped out a few moments ago when her guard was down.For his part, the gentleman was very forthcoming but in a friendly way, she was used to her clients being a little aggressive or. It rolled and rattled, stopping before Vanessa. She picked it up, her dark fingers sliding over the bright surface.“Fuck it,” muttered Vanessa. “Your husband’s a lousy fuck. You can have the money back.”“Oh, I’ve already recovered it,” Mom said. “You still have my husband’s name on those accounts. I’ve been taking steps to protect the finances. I’m a signature on his campaign, after all I have the same access you do. Or did.”Vanessa grimaced. Then she scrawled her name on the bottom. “There..