.." He clears his throat, "but they can't eliminate Uncle George."I stare at him trying to figure out who the fuck Uncle George is - we don't have an ...Uncle George'. The only 'George' is-.I don't remember sitting down, just my ass connecting with the desk chair. "My Dad?" Yeah." We might be brothers?" Yeah."I think about it. We act like brothers anyway; once the initial shock is over, I realize, that I don't really care. I shrug, "Cool."He nods, "Yeah, I kinda feel that way too. Dad's ok. He. It was a hectic job and could be somewhat frustrating at times, but the pay was good. One of the positive aspects of my job that I particularly liked was that being one of those people who hated getting up early, my shift was from eleven a.m. until eight p.m. I took the train to and from work daily and lived twenty stations away from the office where I was employed. My apartment was conveniently located close to my station, which also happened to be the ultimate destination on the line I. All the tensions, all the stress of being a convicted murderer had come out now that she was free, there was no parole to worry about, no licence, no probation officers entitled to knock on the door, her sentence had been four years and she'd served four years,"Mum." Yes, darling?" Go to bed."She went and when I looked in ten minutes later, she was snoring like her life depended on it.I dozed for a while myself, then went out the back and washed the old banger. When I got back upstairs I looked. "Okay," I said. "I'll call when we get to the office and see if we can get an appointment to see him. Don't get your hopes up, though, okay? These things take time; they have to be cleared through channels, and that may take a while. If things go well, we can probably get in to see him sometime tomorrow." Today," she said, shaking her head. "It has to be today; tomorrow will be too late. Please Missus Spencer, I have to see him today."Well hell!"Phoebe, what's going on? Why the sudden rush?" I.