" He said,then gave me a funny look. "You wear pajamas to bed?" He asked."Well sure! Don't you?" Nope!" OK. Then I guess I'll just sl-eep in my under...ear." I giggled.The thought of doing that was kind of exciting,I had never sl-ept without pajamas before."Not in My Bed!" George yelled and jumped up. "That's just Nasty! You've had those on all day! I don't want to smell Your Stinky-Butt Undies all night!"That's when I started to cry. I wanted to go home. I didn't want to be there any more! I. “That’s a coincidence, seeing as Melanie is unwell too,” she said softly.Ms. Donnelly reached across and placed her cool hand on my forehead. I was sweating but this was due to the vast amount of alcohol I’d had the previous night rather than having a fever. She removed her hand and got to her feet.“I’ll go and fetch you a drink and some paracetamol.” Margaret turned and left the room and I heard her walking down the stairs.I smiled as I lay in my bed. Melanie was clever and could play Auntie. My room is a mess with all the boxes, but there’s one spot that is still clean,” glancing at and referring to the bed. Kelly slowly walked me backward toward the bed and pushed me down on it. “Come on in Rachel, its ok. Close the door in case someone else comes home. Come here.” Rachel walked slowly toward us. Standing in front of me Kelly reached for Rachel’s hand, grabbing it and pulling Rachel toward her. Kelly softly grabbed Rachel around the waist and looked into her eyes.. He is my witness, after all.”Terri’s eyes narrowed.“Mr. Connors, I’m in room four-twenty-five. Please, come on up. We have much to discuss.” He hung up.I sighed and looked at Terri. “Any suggestions?”“Don’t say anything unless he asks you a direct question, and then only answer in as short an answer as possible.”“So, don’t give him anything to work with,” I said.She nodded.I stood up. “I’ll be back shortly.”“More than likely, he’ll keep you until it’s time for the meeting. It’ll be in room.