So, really, you’re too lazy to look it up on wiki? Fine, but I’m going to make it quick so I can get my story rolling again. Dia de los Muertos bo...ls down to a Mexican holiday honoring the dead. Not sure exactly how they celebrate it in Mexico, but in San Francisco, it was all about dressing up and getting crazy. Pretty much every holiday in SF was like that. If it wasn’t the Latinos in the Mission, it was the gays over in the Castro, or the hipsters over in Soma or the punks… well, you get the. Then came test week, Maj had tentatively booked Mel and Juan into a small hotel, though she knew it would be a case of “only if the lad past.” Finally test week over they awaited the results, a good pass would give him choice of asylums though it`s all pc stuff nowadays and they are called just hospitals. Each day before going to the local hospital, (covering late shift as a junior while he eagerly awaited the mail,) with a clatter the letters would hit the mat mid-morning, he was on edge that. He recommended that I wait her out, surely sooner or later herpatience would fail and she would do something overt to make mewalk out, or she just might walk out herself. He suggested that ifI had no culpability that it was possible that either she wasdeveloping a mental condition or was having an affair. "It does happen", he noted.So I decided to go along with her bizarre behavior, keeping a diaryfor my attorney. He also suggested that I try to video record her. A few days later I located a. ”“He’s right. My mom and dad would want me to stay here,” Liz said. “They’d want us all to stay.”“I’m with Liz. And if the past has taught us anything ... it’s a safe bet that we’ll be finding out what’s going on soon enough,” Max said.“How can you guys say that? These are our parents,” Maria said frantically.“Yes and ... look I just have a feeling. They’re okay,” Liz said.“Well ... Liz’s intuition has never failed yet,” Isabel said. “I’ll go with that.”“Easy for you to say, your parents are.