Uhm... Dad's been talking about moving." Moving? What, to a bigger house?" No... To someplace closer to Central State. They figure since Sarah lives t...ere and I'll be going to school there... They just don't really have much to tie them down here." Well, you can't blame them, can you?" No... It's just... I don't know. It's hard to think of anyplace being home but the house we're in now. You know what I mean?" Yeah... I sometimes dream I'm still living in my old house. I even miss it sometimes.. How else could you explain the kind of person I seem to attract? The meanest guys and the cruelest of women. The very worst humanity has to offer. I can’t stand any of them. Sometimes at night, I pray that God or the Devil, whichever one is listening would send a flood to wipe out the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Seriously, the world is a better place without it. I have met all kinds of strange characters in my time. Hell, I am a strange character myself. Friends and fans call me Brother. It was amazing, this whole scene, Carl thought as the men looked on. They were smiling. "Thank you!" Jack said and added, "Miss..." Carol. Just Carol!" Carl said in a soft voice he hoped was feminine sounding enough. It was. "Thank you just Carol!" Rodney added with a snort that he had for a laugh."Give the sheriff coffee to honey! He's no good till his third cup!" Claire said from the grill."Hi!" Carl said pouring coffee into the Sheriff's cup when he reached him. "Hello Carol!" Sheriff Emmit. She sat my wife down on the exam table. Asking her routine questions. She took her blood pressure and used her stethoscope. I loved watching her use the stethoscope on my wife. The way she reached under her shirt and slid the device onto her boob. It looked like she rubbed it on her nipple. She seem to do some extra massaging with it which caused my wife's nipple to swell. By now the doctor had arrived. He seemed a little shocked to see me there. Considering what happened last time he examined.