Pleased to meet you,Paul.She sounds just like my mam,always shoutin'.You'd better go before she blows a fuse.That's my step-dad's word for it,a 'fuse'...s'funny,innit?" As I got off the bed the door opened and Chris's dad,or step-dad as he called it popped his head round the door,"Er,there's some mad-woman calling the odds outside.Would she be your old woman by any chance,k**do?"Well I'd never heard her being called THAT before,but I guess she was old to me,lol."Yeah,sorry,I betetr go.But I'll. " "Yeah," he said, "the trucks right out front." He grabbed her bag, wrapped his arm around her waist, and headed for the door. They got in the truck and headed to his house. They got there and he grabbed her bag and lead her into the house. "This is our place, baby," he said motioning with his arm. "I love it!" she said, curling into his arms. "Hey, I'm really tired, do you think I could take a cat nap?" "Yeah, come on," he said, taking her hand and leading her to another part of the. Three boys though. Big 'n' butch, all man. Wouldn't havesuited Emily, for sure. It's the perfect name for a pretty little thinglike you though", she winked.Angela couldn't help but chime in, "Yeah, Emily is about as far frombutch as you can get. You should see her trying to play with the boys ...they put up with her because she's so pretty and they like it when sheflirts but anything more strenuous than dressing a Barbie and she'sexhausted". They were all laughing now, all except Anthony of. ”“I know. I don't care.”“No.”He was exasperated, “Does everything have to be a fight with you?”I hugged myself, “I can't help it.”Softly, “Just do it Suzy. Just. Do it. Play the music. Let it fill you. Let it sway you. Let it do what you want to do. You want to do this.”Softly, “Yes, I do.”He just looked down at me. Leaning on the wall of the parking garage. Even from this distance, I could see how earnest he was. Cell to his ear, chin cupped in one hand. Hair ruffled by the breeze. .