“Sorry,” she said to those near enough to hear her.“No problem,” Sid whispered back, not quite sure why he suddenly felt like he was in a libr...ry.Leaning forward, Mrs. Harman peered around her son to see who he was talking to. She smiled at the 30ish Hispanic woman and nodded politely. “Been there — these chairs are the worst. My hips are hurting and I’ve not been pregnant for many years. How far along are you?”The question was much appreciated and helped the woman think of something other. I told her that I won't be able to help but think back on this and plan to have fond memories. When we are around each other it will be like it always has been.I told her she is my best friends wife and we needed each other and this is strictly between her and me forever, PERIOD !.I looked directly in her eyes for confirmation, worried she may feel compelled to use this has an axe on Brad sometime in the future.She promised that it would remain our secret to infinity and planned to think back. Since Rory's birthday is October 8th and Paris was born in December by that time they would have both unquestionably been over 18.)The two weeks leading up to graduation seemed to be an eternity for all three women. Not that it wasn't busy. There were papers to be written and be graded; there were classes to take and be taught; there were simply a multitude of things to do for all concerned as the school year drew to a close.All the hustle and bustle did not mean that what Rory and Paris. My sister and I were in the kitchen, hurriedly getting breakfast made, eggs and turkey bacon, all halal. I trembled, glancing at the clock. He’d walk in at any moment. Our husband would be furious if he came home and no breakfast awaited him.He’d show his anger with his fists. His impotence made him lash out at the slightest provocation. “Hurry up and eat, girls,” I said. “Ranya will drive you to school. We have to get you out of here before your father gets home.”They should have left for.