I could see her sobbing. She was on my shoulder telling me that he would have left even if I wasn’t there. She had known he was having an affair. I ...as enraged at him.I mean tell me, friend. Your great friend having been cheated on by her husband. That too it made me hate my brother. I relaxed her up a bit and ensured her its all gonna be okay. Once I returned home, I could see her crying all night in bed. Truthfully it broke my heart to see that.Next morning I brought her coffee in bed. Then. What kind of a house would we be otherwise?Overall, it's like a big party that never quite ends. Its tempos and rhythms wax and wane with both the cycles of the day, and those of the moon. But only when the remaining diehards are pushed into the corner for an hour's worth of cleaning in the early streaks of dawn's light, do they threaten to stop. Before they can flicker out entirely however they are fanned again, and rise like the Phoenix while the cycle starts over again.It's always the new. I'm wondering what her next step will be, as Isla pulls the black sheet clear. "There you go," Isla says.I stand up. Isla is waiting, holding the sheet. "It's on account," I say, "it should have all been arranged." Isla, evidently still hoping for a tip, looks across at the receptionist who pulls the earphones of her i-pod out of her ears."S'allright," the receptionist says, dropping the copy of Hello! that she'd been reading. Isla looks maybe a bit disappointed, smiles and says she hopes to. Stop it, Robert!"Sarah," I said watching her putting on earrings, "You're the only person alive that still calls me 'Robby.' Could I ask ... that you call me Robert at least tonight? I'm living vicariously through my memory of Dad, and he always called me Robert." All right ... Robert," she replied with a giggle.Man! All she did was call me by my Christian name and my dick practically jumped out of my pants. I hoped she didn't notice.'Get a hold of yourself be a gentleman.' Both Mom and Dad.