It was a different fabric and I didn’t care what it was. There were mine now and grandma certainly will not be asking for these anymore. I bunch the... up and stuff them into my front denim pocket of my shorts but this big lump was now showing and my folks will certainly inquire as to what was in my pocket. I removed them from my pocket and refolded the stockings flatter and neater this time. I stuff them down my pants when all of the sudden this new light weight ancient fabric touches my little. .”The phone rings cutting off his next words. Rebecca holds up a finger and says, “Hold that thought.”She sets the cup on the counter and slips to the other side of the kitchen, scooping up her cell phone from the island.“Hello?” she says turning away from her husband. “No ... Today ... What about ... No ... I understand ... Yeah, I’ll be there...”Rebecca ends the call and sets the phone back down on the island and sighs. “What was that about?” Daniel inquires.“I have to go into work today,”. " Do you use your illness that way, as your "power"?" Mrs. Parsons stared at me. She almost said something, two or three times, but each time, she stopped before she spoke."What an extraordinary question, Kenny. It is a question that deserves an answer. Yes, I suppose I do use it that way. But, not often, and usually, when I have no other means to get my wishes granted. I don't have Bea's feminine advantages, so I am reduced to using what I do have. I don't know if my answer satisfies you, but. "hey Lar! long time no talk, was good seeing you too and i am def in for a drink im just out of the country right now im back next week i'll give you a message, hope everythings good with you. Dale"she smirked again and typed back."out of the country, thats secretive :) message me when you're back"looking at her phone she noticed the text response bubbles opening and closing and laughed again. Oh Dale she thought, same old. "i will for sure, have a good weekend"Lara went back to her desk to.