. so I laughed and said it was okay. Then we got dressed again and Stephan wanted to go so I said that he could always come along when he was bored in...the holidays and then I gave him my phone number.Then for a few days I heard nothing from him but a week or so later, he called me one night and asked if he could come by the next afternoon and I said yes boy, of course, and I got all excited again and then he paused and I could hear something was bothering him and so I told him he could tell or. It was her cue to that thesituation needed correction. She turned down the road and parked in the driveway andgot out. She loved every moment of this. It was herdestiny in life.Arriving at the door, she knocked and the door opened.The maid was standing there still in tears holding herright tender cheek in her hand.“Can I help you?” The maid asked. “Are you sure you areat the right home.”Blackwoman walked past the maid and entered the houseto the maid bewilderment. The. So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No,. The bed was made and there was no sign of anything being disturbed. In fact, she ran her finger across the top of the dresser and I could see a line in a fine layer of dust.Without saying anything she went back to her bedroom and checked the dresser. When we looked more carefully, we could see that the end tables and the top of the dresser had be disturbed, with signs that someone had touched both tables and the dresser, and it appeared to be recent."Someone's been here all right," I said.There.