.. come ... home?" a sobbing Dory asked almost inaudibly."Dory? Are you all right?" No ... please ... come home," she begged."I'm on my way," I said, ...anging up. "Sherry, can you look after locking up the store tonight? I've got an emergency at home." Sure, I have a key. I'll take care of it. You get home to your wife quick-like. She sounds pretty upset." Thanks. Call me if there's any problem. If you can't get me, call Jonathan."I left the store confident that Sherry could handle the. Anyways, moving on, I was home from college (my first stint) on spring break and I had acquired a fake id while attending. I went out bar hopping with some girlfriends who were already of age. At the 2nd bar we stopped at, we ran into a couple of guys we went to high school with. We kicked back, reminisced, and had a great time. Both guys are starting to get more comfortable and start hitting on us slightly. One tells me about how he had the hots for me since 9th grade, which i found both. So peaceful...A few minutes later, he felt such a sense of being completed, when he was joined on the comfortable old porch by the two people dearest to him—His quiet attractive wife, Sarah and their gentle little daughter, Lorrie."Here daddy, I brought you some flowers," his little daughter said. "Do you like them?" Of course," he said, lifting her up into his lap. "Does Daddy get a hug to go with these flowers?" Okay," the auburn haired little girl said, as her warm little arms encircling his. Something even the guy who cracked wouldn’t tell. I printed the articles. Hopefully when he saw them, Jamie would remember. I felt horrible. Who wants to remember the day they died? This was probably going to be awful for him. As I put my stuff away and headed for my room, I thought about the anonymous caller. It had to be Gray. There was no other explanation. He wouldn’t have wanted Jamie to be forever known as the kid who killed himself. That still didn’t explain why Jamie felt so angry.