Is it something that you are unable to discuss over the phone or is it something that would simply be better discussed in person?" The latter, I'm afr...id," I said. "The good news is pretty good. But the horrible news is really rancid." Is tomorrow soon enough?" she asked. "My daughter and I were just sitting down to dinner. Perhaps you and I could have lunch at the hospital." That would be fine," I replied. "Which hospital and what time is good for you, Mrs. Gomez?"The woman told me where she. ” I lamented. “I wish I could stay longer.” She hugged me, kissing me deeply. When she had finished, she looked me in the eyes. “What was that for?” I asked. “Not that I’m complaining.” “For everything you’ve done for Carol.” She said. “She’s so happy, I can’t tell you what that means to me.” “More dumb luck than anything.” I said. “Not like I planned this.” “Still.” She added. “You have done a wonderful thing here, don’t sell yourself short.” “Thanks.” I blushed. “I love them both dearly and. I have even winced as I watched a woman squeeze an orange from her chuff, granted it was a Satsuma but still…it looked like she was straining a bit! (And truth be told she was a bit old and if she had squeezed anymore her fanny might have fallen out!) The beer bottle has also cropped up in conversation so has a hairbrush handle (wink wink) and the aforementioned cucumber scenario. I’ve seen mobile phones going in there and gear sticks and even television remote controls but come on…who the fuck. I was just a boy working in the storeroom, weighing bags of sugar and such like, unloading the trucks when they came, and still delivering grocery orders on the push-bike when needed. She worked out on the counter taking customers orders and would be back and forth from the front of the shop to the storeroom where I worked. I don’t know how old she was but she had grey hairs in her black hair so I guess she was pretty old. I often helped her get whatever she neeeded and would position my self.