When I got home from school I went into Mom's bedroom and removed her pajamas, four pairs of them. After that I just relaxed until Mom went into her r...om to get ready for bed. I was expecting her to be upset and I wasn't wrong."Where in the hell are my pajamas?" Your pajamas? Let me see. I believe I got rid of them." What! Listen here, mister. You give them back to me or there will be hell to pay." And what are you going to do, Mom? Slap me? I wouldn't advise it. Don't you remember what. He drew his hand back quickly. “You don’t have to do that my son.” There was a moment of silence, where we gazed at each other. “Her condition is the same. She is still in a coma, but she is stable,” he said.He got my attention. “Have you seen Julie? When did you see her?” I pulled the bed sheet back, ready to climb out of bed. The sudden movement made me unstable. I was still weak. “That wasn’t a good idea,” I said.“Hold on, let’s get you well first. Then we can visit your wife.” While. I ignored her and kept chuckling. By the time my giggles finally died down, she was hysterical. Her face had turned a bright shade of red and her eyes seemed about to pop. Almost feeling bad for her, I chose to finally reveal the cause for my laughter. Standing up, I casually strolled toward the neatly folded pile of clothes. Ignoring the garments, I grabbed my purse and plunged my hand into it. Fumbling around for a few seconds, I found what I was looking for. Wrapping my fingers around it, I. Without a let up, Anne continued, ‘And while you were living in that apartment in Greensville, wasn’t it convenient that you could send your daughter to your parents, sometimes for days at a time, so that you could entertain Brian Cushing in an apartment for which your husband was paying?’ Georgia was whimpering slightly, and shaking her head, but not answering. ‘And all the while, Donald was calling you each week trying to set up times when he could come and see his daughter. But you would.