Hence; I`ve fore-gone a day`s driving on Saturday, my loco, being used by one of the volunteers, which I hate, but I need to be here to keep the famil... tradition alive; well that’s my story and I`m sticking to it… This section from notes taken from my diary two weeks after the first section; Well its over, and it went well, everyone happy including Angela, who bore up well. What happened was this, Tina, Rose`s daughter was overnighting with the brownies, so both Rose, and Sam came over, to. At that point, we'd decided to detour up to Las Vegas, then follow Interstate 15 into California, where Interstate 10 would get us close to our aunt and uncle's place. I had no idea exactly where in the Los Angeles Basin our relatives lived, but we could always phone them for last-minute directions.Actually, Tandra got us through Cincinnati with only one missed turn, and had us back on route in a matter of ten minutes or so. We finally stopped on the southwest side of Louisville, finding a. Smiling to yourself as well as to me, you ask if everything is ok . Yes I reply smiling back at you. Nearing the house, I feel your grasp around my waist tighten. I sense you feel as I do, that time is slipping away too quickly from us. Knowing your flight leaves early in the morning, I’m wishing time would stand still so you wouldn’t leave. Entering the house, you push me back against the door as you close it. Bending down, you cover my lips with yours, parting them slowly with your tongue.. She pulled out her phone and looked through thecontacts. She dialed Heather, her voicemail message coming onimmediately. Scrolling up, she saw a name she hadn't thought aboutlately. Faye. Looking around Bobbie saw where she was and knew it wasn'ttoo far to where she lived. She started to head there.It was a few blocks away, the bag would continue to annoy her as shewalked. The world seemed to be a much darker place as she walked. Thesense of wrong started to tingle her skin, it grew stronger as.