My wife, Melinda was the first one. My daughter, Melissa was the second. The last was my 09 Mustang GT. It never failed, every time I looked at that c...r I just smiled and shook my head. It takes me back to when I was a kid rolling my Hot Wheels cars all over the floor in our living room.The drive to work was always a pleasure and today was no different. It was a chance to concentrate on something other than how shitty I felt for a little while.I walked into my office and my assistant Joyce was. "What do you mean?" I asked. Bill frowned. "You know damn well what I mean Fred." What have you been doing the last two days?" Why are you calling me Fred?" I asked with growing confusion. Bill's frown deepened and he turned to the sandy haired man who shrugged at him. "Pat, why hasn't this man been restored?" Pat jumped up. "I'll look into it." He scurried out of the office. Bill looked back at me and flashed an insincere smile. "Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this." He leaned back in. "Completely devastated. One good thing--her boyfriend wasn't on duty. He got called down there, of course, but it was pretty much over by then." Warren took a breath. "Apparently, her brother got four terrified young skaters out of the building--but the smoke overtook him before he could get out." Wow." Wow is right. He was 31. Left a wife and three small children." Sophie just hissed at that. "I know. Listen, Pookie, you're on the computer--get us some airline tickets to Denver." Good. I decided there and then, to do any jobs that were lined up. I went downstairs to the garage, and there was a truck with the same color brick as Mrs. Finley's fence. It was loaded and ready to go. The mixer for the mortar was being towed behind. I drove over there, mixed my mortar and got to work. When I was almost completed, Mrs. Finley came out with some ice-cold lemonade and some chocolate chip cookies."Well T.J., you're doing a fine job. Can you take a little break?" she asked,.