And she did not let go.She buried her face in his shoulder and continued toweep hysterically. She was squeezing him so hard Mikeywas finding it hard t... breathe. After struggling forenough air to speak, he suggested she sit down on thecouch. She complied, and Mikey sat down next to her.The TV was still on; he grabbed the remote control andflicked it off. Then he looked over into his mother'seyes."I don't think I'll ever be able to find another manlike your father, Mikey." Tears wear still. There I signed a couple of forms and handed over the letter and cash. The surgeon read the letter. When he had finished he asked, "Are you sure you want me to follow these instructions to the letter?" Yes." It was automatic. I didn't even know what the letter said."Okay, I'll call in a couple of orderlies."A couple of minutes later they arrived, and the doctor spoke to one of them quietly behind the desk. Nodding, the orderly motioned for me to follow him. I did, and we came to a prepping. " Thanks, Emeril. And believe me, if you were a woman and felt the effect of those ice cubes, you wouldn't use that limp-ass 'kick it up a notch.' It was mind blowing. Where did you learn all this stuff? Did you go to the Cordon Screw?" I read it in a book," he said."You read it in a book?" I read it in a book." Where can I buy the book?" You're a funny girl. That's one of the things I like about you."My strength was starting to return, but I felt no urgency to get up."And you're a strange. " You have no right to be angry at me, what you did, you should be sorry about it." she said again staring at me, melting me down with her words.She was taking my silence as anger. She thought I left the class because I was angry at her. No that is not the case at all. She was misreading my intentions. How do I explain this to her. I need to clarify myself. I need to tell her, that I indeed am sorry. I wanted her to look at me, and to discern this from the tears that were rapidly forming in my.