I knew I had to tread lightly, carefully or I could really screw things up. "Listen. Please." She finally dropped her arms. "Okay, if I promise not to...say anything about Alex will you promise not to say anything to mom about separate rooms?" I don't know," she said."If I tell mom what Alex says in the gym she'll never let you even talk to him," I played my trump card."You wouldn't," she said."I would if you asked for separate rooms," I told her."But how can we..." she paused."Chelle, we have. Nothing was the same as when we had left.The whole thing had been remodeled. They knocked out the walls between Ann's room, and mine. There was now a walk-in closet in the bedroom that went the length of the wall, three dressers, and a king-sized bed. The bathroom that used to be Denise and Ann's was much bigger. The shower was huge, and a vanity with three sinks had been installed."Since your mother informed me that you were only using one room anyway", dad said, "I figured it should be. From that moment, it is easy for Mark, and Brian, to join Patti, Jennifer, and Jessica on Sunday mornings, followed by brunch at a nearby restaurant, a tradition Brian has started.Brian notices early on that one of the ushers, around Patti’s age, always makes a point of saying hello to her each Sunday and asking how her week has been.About the third Sunday, Brian asks Patti about who the usher is. She replies, “That is George. His wife died about ten years ago. He is very active here since he. Now, she was at the computer with a smirk on her face. She recently joined a dating website and was reading the few messages she had received. All poorly written with terrible wit and a perverted remark hidden in cheeky words. She scoffed at the last one; he did not have a chance. After the messages she decided to update her profile image. It was from two years ago when she had blunt bangs and brunette hair. Her current sandy blond, chunky bob was a much better representation. She also started.