I'll probably pass out and sleep on the couch anyway." Alright. But I'm sleeping on the recliner. I want to make sure you'resleeping ok. I'm still wor...ied about your head." Kitty eyed at herfriend sadly. "I'm sorry your night didn't go well." Yours, too," Vera pointed out."My night's fine," Kitty said. "I get to spend it with you. Dates willcome and go." I guess we both sort of missed out tonight. But you're better companythan Donny any day. He's only here for sex."Kitty laughed. "I'm going to. My father was killed in a road accident when I was ten. Julie is my mother's name and she is 35.My parents loved each other a lot, and Mom still hasn't overcome Dad's death.I often wondered - and asked her - why she didn't date or even start a new relationship. Her reply was always the same - she was still in love with Dad and no one else could compare to him in any way.I missed him too. He used to spend time with me, playing basketball, going fishing together, seeing shows and just talking. In. After supper they began to talk about the sleeping arrangements. My parents were asked to take a bed room inthe first floor and Uncle and aunty would sleep in their bedroom in the ground floor. I was asked to go to Raju’s bedroom in the second floor and Raju was asked to sleep in the drawing room. Raju began to complain and said that he will sleep on the floor in his room where I would sleep in his cot. The looks in my mother face showed that she did not approve of this at all. But aunty said. I did a quick sort into trash and "open," then resorted the "open" into "P" and "R" (anything addressed to both of us went to "R"). As planned, I had the charge card bill and a receipt from the Four Seasons, together with a number of glossy photos of plastic food and airbrushed music combos.I gestured at the heap when Rachel came with beverages. "Your part." The top one's addressed to both of us." Ah ... well, you're the social secretary." Ri-i-i-ght." She opened the top one. "It's an RSVP!.