And she became the sole legal guardian of Jamie.A year had passed since the accident. One would have thought that theshared tragedy would have brough... the two survivors together, but Jasmineand Jamie were merely co-existing in the same house, going through themotions of living. Jasmine KNEW it was not Jamie's fault that it washer daughter who was dead, and not him; in fact, she knew he wasblameless for anything. But she was overcome with grief at the loss ofthe only thing in the world she. She had thrown herself into her studies so that her parents' hard-earned money wouldn't be wasted, but she was heartbroken. She had let her appearance go, and she dressed like an urchin. No makeup, no fancy dresses, just jeans and big blouses or baggy shirts. Her hair was dirty and unkempt when I first saw her in the library. She almost stank with body odor, and yet I saw something inside of her that I loved. Something I could cherish if it was brought to the surface.From that day on, I felt I. “Wait, I have an idea,” he said.“Okay?” she said.“What if we get that Salvation Army guy to run interference for us?” he said.“Okay, that might be one way to go. But the guy is going to want to know what the problems are,” said Claire.“Yes he will,” he said.“Rod, I know neither of us believe it’s the case that she’d do or say anything untoward, but I think we need to ask Becca about things anyway. I just have an uncomfortable feeling about it all: the chair, the check, especially the chair, but. Still, even as I stand here, I imagine he is with me. He never truly left me, right? But, all I can hear are the tears of the gray sky behind me. Are they his tears?! He misses me too. I know it. I finally shut the door. I slip off my shoes on to the rug and begin the climb up the stairs. The king sized bed is made perfectly on his side. Not another man shall ever share it with me. I promise this. I strip down to nothing but my bra and panties. I reach for the nightgown that he had bought me..