“But I’m HUNGRY.”“Let’s see if I can stir up something to eat. Onions, mushrooms, peppers and cheese over synth pork? And maybe Belgian waff...es?Jennifer’s stomach growled at that idea. “Shit. Where do I sign up? And do we have time?”“It’s six-thirty. Guests won’t be admitted until after nine. We won’t start the festivities until nine-thirty or ten. No reason not to have a great last meal.”Following Helen, Jennifer went to the break-room. While breakfast was cooking, they were joined by several. Danny was surprised that he could talk about that without getting gloomy and he realized that he was getting over the break-up.Lynn’s plans were discussed next. She would be graduating in the summer, and she was already slated for one of the management trainee slots at Westbrook Inc. Those ran for a minimum of one year and served to separate the wheat from the chaff. After the first year, the ones who made the cut were kept in the program for another year before moving to staff positions in one. "Her son gave up Tennis soon after, and that was a shame because not onlydid he love the sport, but he was good at it. Tennis and John was theperfect marriage; John wasn't big and tough like the other boys, andsports like Football and basketball would have eaten him whole. He wasn'tall that tall and was quite slender, but on the tennis court he was kingand Crystal was queen.At first, Francine gave her son a wide berth in which to mourn and stew;perhaps that wasn't the best course of action in. I decided not only did I need to know why, but I wasn’t done and needed her to feel the way I did. I shout “the bathrooms free now.” I close my bedroom door behind me and hear her scurry to the bathroom. I get put my underwear on and get changed into a miniskirt and the best top I can find to show my cleavage. While getting changed I heard her bedroom door close. I walk straight in, she flips around standing in her underwear and I get a little closer, stare at her and firmly say “I know.