I don't remember."Frank paused for a moment, wondering if it was possible. "David?" he called out. When there was no response, he carefully eased Oliv...r into a sitting position. "Stay right where you are, okay?" he said, but as soon as Frank began to move away from Oliver, Oliver reached out and clutched his arm."Don't go, Frank!" It's okay," Frank promised, reaching out to touch Oliver's face for reassurance. "I'm not going anywhere. "I've just gotta find out if your brother's here."Oliver. I put my hand up her shirt and started massaging her breasts. As she responded to my hands, I started removing her shirt. Don't she said. Why I asked. I really don't want you to see my body in the light. My breast sag like bowling pins, by stomach pokes out and I haven't had a chance to shave. I think that is real sexy, it is what makes a real woman I responded. But I have stretch marks from hell she said. So, what woman doesn't who has had k**s. You sure she said. Honest abe I replied. Okay. Miranda continued her questioning."How about dis here Clemence? You done named him t'day. This his chile?" No, no, I told you. Poor man's long dead. Master Andrew, damn him, damn 'is eyes!" Elizabeth screeched and almost fell off the stool as rising waves of pain coursed through her. Jenny came and took her hands and then her wrists. Miranda kicked the stool away."Maybe you kin do better wifout that," she said. "Hole on to Jenny and squat. We should'a rigged a rope f'you. Dat young Mr. Cochran. ”“What?” I asked in a surprised tone.“Paul, you made me a promise. Actually, several promises all rolled into a single promise. Just in case you’ve forgotten what promise I’m talking about let me remind you.”As she quit talking the scene shifted and I was sitting in that all too familiar and despised hospital room. My beautiful Laura, the love of my life, the rock I relied on so much, was lying in the hospital bed. I was sitting next to her holding her shriveled hand as she lay unconscious. I’d.