Her counterpart, Carla, stood 5' 6, built the same, but with wider hips and longer blonde hair. She had to bend considerably more than Karen to look J...ne in the eye."We know you`ve been working a lot, and that you haven`t had a man in a while, and that you`ve been burying yourself in trashy novels and internet chat..... we thought tonight we would invite you to our world, give you something real to think about."Real? The word lingered in Jane`s brain as she tried to take in the rush of emotions. Yolanda stayed in her room even after she woke up and we women took turns sitting with her. Even heavily sedated she was inconsolable. Her grief was heart wrenching. A steady stream of well wishers showed up at the door. People from the company, neighbors and Roberts friends sadly offered their condolences. When I wasn’t sitting with Yolanda, I was scurrying around finding chairs and serving drinks and snacks.I caught a ride home with George and Val when they left around nine. They had two. A good looking woman, but I knew right away that she was eitherdisapproving of us or jealous in some way. Her husband sat almost withhis tongue hanging out. Well, Victoria was showing quite a bit ofcleavage. My dress was a little more modest.Dinner was good and the conversation fine, although Mrs Green did notsay much.Victoria and I danced with both Rob and Mark, then they had gone to thebar as they needed to talk to someone about work, the reason that theywere there. Mrs Green turned to me. The line between pain and happiness is all too blurred, emotions are an addiction, and whether they’re pleasurable isn’t of my concern. A sense of feeling reminds me I’m alive, though all the repetitive days continue and madness develops within your mind; to a point where your entire personality is bounded inside you.Days on end; shadows consume you and you become more distant to reality; more promises are needed to push you to continue this road of self-loathing. Rational fear is the promises.