"Tell me, Joy. Tell me what my father had said." Your father was in calmer mood yesterday. My father had brought up the subject of my future career an... eventually your father had opened up and started talking about his dreams... what he would like you to be." What does he want me to be?" He is hoping you could be like Anita Ekberg. He has obviously had a fancy for her." Who is this Anita Ekberg anyway?" I asked my father the same question. He said she was Miss Sweden in 1950. It seems she was. Violence had become a mainstay in my home. I feared him more with each passing year. It wasn’t long after the beatings and verbal and emotional abuse started that marital rape became my constant nightmare that I couldn’t seem to escape from. The openness we once shared was shattered time and again after the beatings and hurtful words wasn’t enough to satiate his growing anger. I remember times of laying on the floor, bleeding, broken and bruised and having my clothing ripped from my body and. Nicole and Sandy's bodies weren't recovered, only pieces, and in my nightmare, fiery chunks of bloody flesh, pieces of Nicole and Sandy's flesh, fell down on me, splattered me as if thrown by an angry God.I was inconsolable.I hadn't said goodbye. I hadn't told them that I loved them.I didn't paint. I did nothing. Silent tears rolled from my eyes until my tear ducts dried up. Days later, the tears would start again.It was the silence that got to me. No one said, "Josh, are you there?"If I'd. She didn't hesitate when she said that she had to stop here to attend a board meeting. Her grandmother had split her estate when she passed away between a Charitable Trust and her only grandchild, Maureen. Maureen was here to check on how the company her grandmother had been the majority stockholder was doing.Bob asked her what this company name was and she told Bob what her Grandma's last name was, but that didn't register with Bob. When Maureen saw this, she then mentioned a one name, large.