Could the whole weekend moving,the time I'd spent at school, going home with Cori, and Mom's accidenthave been a dream? I looked down at the pink, fri...ly dress I waswearing. If it had been a dream, then I hadn't woken up yet.The dress felt a bit shorter; it barely reached halfway down my thighs.I was almost certain it had gone to just above my knees before. Thewaist was higher too, making me wonder if the dress had shrunk somehow.That didn't make a lot of sense after I thought about it, since. She was often not home in the evenings and when I asked where she had been I was either told to shut up or it was none of my fucking business. Sex in the office was non-existent too and the rumors about her were now rife. This went on for another 9 weeks and then one day she told me she was not going to work. When I arrived home that evening she was gone. All her things including some of my furniture were nowhere to be found. I tried to get hold of her without success and none of her friends. Need a friend to help you prepare for a party? Abbie would be there in a heartbeat. Want a buddy to go see a movie with? Abbie's your girl. Moving across town and want help with some boxes? Someone to walk the dog? To paint the house? To go the park?Abbie never let anything stand in her way of helping her friends. Unless there was some kind of emergency or if the circumstance was inappropriately dangerous, she always said yes.The nicest thing about it was that no one ever asked anything too. " Good, I was hoping you would come in last night. I want to know what your father is doing for Thanksgiving." He and Chelsea are going out to a restaurant for dinner. I am invited to go with them. I hate to, for I will be somewhat like a third wheel. I do think my father is finally in a relationship. Why the question?" I thought maybe you would like to have Thanksgiving with Pete. I will give you my car to use so you can visit him and I will buy your dinner. I'll even spring for three nights.