.. Windows, let's see... *click* History, history... Wait...There's no history folder!God damn it! Why are there not those folders!Alright... Let's ju...t continue now. Ctrl+H... History. Alright! ...Empty...Wait, that can't be right, not even yesterday is shown... There's absolutely no history to this computer. How can that be? *Closes*Alright, let's just open the internet. ... Internet... ... There's no internet explorer.What the fuck is wrong with this computer? Hey, what's this... "Mozilla. ‘Why he’s a very successful architect.’ Melodie Browning said. She had been the woman to drag her off. So, that’s why she was dripping money. Brenda almost shuddered. ‘With all due respect, Mrs. Browning, I asked what you did for a living.’ Brenda reminded her. ‘Nothing.’ Melodie seemed shocked that Brenda hand’t gotten that conclusion the first time around. Brenda made a soft O with her lips and smiled reassuringly at Mrs. Browning. ‘What does your husband do?’ ‘Oh, Dan’s not my husband.. .. we'll talk about all of this tonight. You and your sister need to make up and work things out."Yeah ... if only it were that easy mom, I wanted to say but I didn't.I was dressed and ready to go by six thirty. Lila was barely taking a shower. I decided to leave ahead of time to get to the restaurant early and I knew my parents would be there early too.I arrived fifteen minutes until seven and sure enough my folks were already at a table sipping iced tea. I spotted my mom right away. She waved. "What's your name miss," Hillary asked."Sara Jones," the twenty something girl said. Roger noted that she was very attractive. He wrote her name in his notebook. That was one name down, he thought."Miss Jones, I think your boss might like to speak with us. It will short circuit an inquiry, which we will otherwise have to take up with the insurance commissioner's office," Hillary said."Wait right here," she said.After she had left the room Hillary turned to Roger and spoke softly. "Notice all.