"This is Katie. What's wrong with Aengus!?" She listened on the phone for a short time before tears started sliding down her cheeks also. "No," she mo...ned in agony, "No, no, no!" Katie shook with grief, as I took the phone from her trembling hand."Patrick, this is Mark. What's wrong?" I asked."Our Father passed away on Monday, Mark. This is the first chance I've had to call you," Patrick told me. "We were hoping that Margie and Katie would be able to attend the funeral. Father certainly loved. “Sent, along with your snap name.”It only took seconds for Lavi’s phone to ping. Melissa was leaning over the seat. Lavi said, “She says she wishes she was here too and to hold on for a second.” The next two minutes passed as Lavi reset the book to where we had lost track of it and then she paused it as her phone pinged again. “Ooo ... the video isn’t very good but she’s spreading herself, wow, she’s a slut. I think I like her.” It pinged again. “Just text, it says, I don’t know R’s snap so. I didn't fancy them in the slightest, so I tried my best to ignore them. Just before the annual works outing, which consisted of a weekend in Scarbororough, I hated it as a kid. Rather than go in the works bus, I drove there myself, missing dinner in the process, and joined everyone else in the bar. I must admit, it was an eye-opener to see all the lasses tarted up instead of wearing their dreary work overall.After a pint with the boss I went to check into my room, but the damned key wouldn't. George raised his eyebrows as he spotted a row of apothecary bottles. Some of them looked ancient, and since George collected antiques, he was trying to estimate their worth. Yet another rack displayed jewelry - rings, medallions, amulets, bracelets, from elegantly simple to ornate and intricately inscribed. So absorbed was George that he was startled when a friendly voice answered. "Do you see anything you like, George?"George spun around, startled. He found himself staring at the shopkeeper,.