She was looking very tired – I suggested her to take a shower – that will relax her a lot. She thanked me and said that she was going to. She ente...ed the bathroom.While she was in bath – food was delivered. I was waiting for her to come out so that we can have dinner. She almost spent half an hour and has also changed her dress. Now she was in her pajamas and t shirt. I saw her and was just dumbstruck. She saw me and asked what happened. I just complimented her and she replied thanks.We had. Agar aapke ghar mein aapki behen hai to aap uske saath bade hue ho aap raat din uske touch mein ho use pehle to apni behen ki nazro se dekhte ho par jab woh badi ho jati hai to aap zara apne nazariy ko badal kar deke woh bhi to ek ladki hai jin ladkiyo ko aap bahar dekhte hai usmein or apni sagi behen mein kya fark hai jin cheezo ko aap bahar ki ladkiyo mein dekhte hai jaise ladkiyo ke boobs unki khoobsurat hips yaa mast gaand khoobsurat jism or sundar chehra ye sab kya aapki behen mein nahi. Uncle Robbie and Aunt Melinda would always be there for them.The funeral was a standing room only affair. Janice was loved by everyone she touched as Melinda and I were touched more than anyone else by the love and sacrifice of this wonderful lady. She had given us two wonderful children. Will was a mess. The kids needed him to stand up and take charge. He was going to need help. His grief was taking over.About 8 months after Janice’s s death, I came home from a meeting downtown and saw Will’s. Peter, his friend, was sure to have fishing tackle somewhere in the cottage and Mark couldn't think of a better way of staying away from his troubles in Glasgow.While Flick was still oohing and ahhing about their setting, Mark opened up the cottage and started to unload the Toyota.The cottage was set out on two floors and was reasonably well appointed - boasting comfortable furnishings and oil-fired central heating. The sitting room had an open fireplace and the kitchen a huge old-fashioned.