” Diane walked over to the table and after a few moments surveying the implements, she picked up the brush and returned to where the retired teacher...had her snivelling daughter draped across her knee.Diane smiled as she handed the small clothes brush to the older lady, looking down at her daughter’s red and bruised bottom before retaking her place in the chair across from where Miss Manson sat.“Now, young lady, you are going to find out what happens to naughty little girls who are rude and. Facelli was sitting at, though Mrs. Facelli’s demeanor never wavered. She merely peered up at Abbie from behind her sunglasses and spoke her words simply. ‘You are not her,’ Mrs. Facelli said plainly, looking beyond Abbie and meeting eyes with me, oddly as if she knew me, as if she knew exactly who I was. I stepped forward towards the table as if I was being summoned, and I did my best to keep Abbie at bay, at least for the time being. ‘Angel,’ Mrs. Facelli didn’t ask as I approached, but. " He smiled a fatherly smile."I get out a little now and then. How about you." A little now and then." he agreed.We had enough to drink so that I was tired, but no longer exhausted. He was the first to leave the table. "Old men need their sleep." he explained.I was still stressed out and needed an ego boost at least. I went into what had once been a bedroom filled with items seldom, if ever used. Since all my photography was digital, I used it as a workspace. In the office I had two full size. There are a lot of side stories that I’ll leave out for the sake of brevity, and I’ll try to keep the story line as linear as possible, so it’s easier to follow. I guess the best place to start this story would be the on the best, happiest and most important day of my life. I’d have to look at an old calendar to give you the exact date, but I can tell you it was in August. I’m fifty one years old now so it must have been a little over thirty years ago. It was Friday evening, and I had just.