?I know you probably don’t believe me?, she said with a tremor in her voice. ?But I really did think it was best for you. I still do. I didn’t kno... what else to do. It was a hard decision. I could go on never knowing what might be, or I could do this. I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought long and hard about what was best for you in the long run. I thought this was it. I was going to tell you soon, to give you your memory back.? I knew she was probably worried about my reaction just like I had. ”Don was with Bob Booker. Jack still didn’t want to take direct control of Bob Booker and force the promotion, so he answered the questions about the proposed Metrobank campaign. Bob commented, “You don’t have as many answers on Metrobank as you did on Cortez Motors.”Jack shrugged. “I haven’t had as much time to think about it and work on it.”Bob grunted and nodded. “Fair enough. Okay, I’m sold. Just go out and make it work.” He stood up and stuck out his hand. “Congratulations, Jack. I look. ’ I was very flattered. ‘Would you like some tea?’ ‘Oh – I should go back upstairs. I’m taking your time.’ ‘No – no – don’t be silly. Get yourself a cup – one of these from that cabinet there.’ You hesitated, but turned and walked to the big old built-in cabinet by the door to the butler’s pantry. I watched you walk. You were wearing a light summer dress – really just a shift made out of thin flowered cotton with short sleeves and low neckline. The skirt came to just above your knees. It was. She was like, "I really haven't any room for it, you know, andI'd hate to throw it away. When you come to visit maybe you'll bring itround again and I can remember all the times we had."So what it is is, oh blimey! I think it's everything I ever gave her.There's a complete collection of Christmas and birthday cards here,everything I ever made for her at school, a whole bunch of other stuffas well. It looks like my whole life's here.There's an old report card here. What's that doing there? I.