And there was a fuzzy light, and then a black face I hadn’t seen before, but I knew her, and she was holding me in her arms and crying over me, and ...alling me Mom. Then I could vaguely see another face, and I heard her voice and knew it was Krista. My little girl! But where was Kaitlyn?Then a man’s voice. I couldn’t see him, but I recognized it – Rob! And I must have lost consciousness again, because I woke up in an ambulance, and then in the hospital. My head hurt, then didn’t hurt, and it. ”“Morning.”“How'dja sleep?”“Alright,” she said, not feeling the need to let him in on the details of her nighttime activities.“Good,” he said, continuing his established syllabic economy. After a hard sigh, he picked up the glass of bourbon he had left on the nightstand and drained it. “Any coffee 'round here?"“Downstairs, in the kitchen. Come have breakfast,” she told him, turning her head to let it lead her body.Following her, he said “Thanks. This's a great place.”“Mad House is the best in. Be firm and at the peak of the moment, hang out that hand to catch her from her fall and pull her back to happiness, her hero." he thought to himself. One of the guiding principles of his pick up teachings. "You can go change in one minute. We are not through here." he shot out in a sort of annoyed tone. Her eyes now fell. "I hate when you make me play this role Jenny." Use their name to keep the focus, say the name with a very tiny hint of content. Everyone loves to hear their name,. ”He didn’t think Dean realized he was making fun of him. He turned toward the stairs and looked back as he went up and winked.The next half hour seemed to creep by, but at last, it was time to go. Dean walked out to his truck with some of his coworkers, said goodnight and climbed into his pickup.He called Sylvia to remind her he would be home late. He didn’t know what time. No, don’t wait up for him. No, he’d get something to eat before he got home.He drove away and a few blocks away pulled.