" She went straight to Lana and dropping between her legs started to eat. Debbie and Jason didn't even say anything, they just walked over to John and...Don respectively and dropping to their knees started feasting also.Realizing there was no way he'd get the kids' attentions back before they had all completed breakfast, Stan went back to the kitchen table to eat with Laura.Just then they heard the front door again and in a few minutes they were joined by Harry and Susan at the kitchen table as. And then there was the bizarre journey to the hospital, sitting in the back of the ambulance on the gurney, trying to console yourself, feeling frustrated that you couldn't even hold your own hand, how everything just went through you when you tried to touch it. That was hard: trying not to freak out, trying not to believe that you were dead, or at least dying.And then the operation. You couldn't watch. You left and explored the building, walking around like a ghost. That's when you heard the. Her eyes were wide and bright with the cast of a blush across both cheeks as she waited. I could see the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing quickened now that she stood there in a plain red v-neck sweater, white blouse, pleated black tweed skirt, black stockings, and boots."Are you sure?"She felt for my hand and squeezed it hard. "I think that I am. Don't they say there is an ocean of doubt between imagining doing something and actually doing it?" She lifted both arms slightly away. An hour went by. I risked a call to Reggie, who answered on the first ring.“Thank God you finally called. Did she whip you after I left?”“No, although I expected as much; she was cold, very cold and sent me to bed like a little kid. But then ... wait a minute ... how did you make out? I was worried sick that she might have changed her mind and called your parents.”“It---it went perfectly. I couldn’t believe it. My mother was pissed---not at me but at Cathy”“Who’s Cathy?”“The sleepover.