I see that there is a lot you have to talk about." She repeated and then finished.As I am still holding a struggling Julie, but now in the living room... the woman returned with three large green plastic trash bags with clothes in them and drops them on the floor."They will need a wash, they stink. You daughter could use a good soak and a bath too. She stinks." The woman said."OK I played nice so what the hell do you think you are doing?" I said.By now Julie had calmed down and was just looking. It would betime for him to go soon. He would no longer have to be cooped up withall the inferior minds that surrounded him. Relief washed over him.There was just one more formality and he would be free. Then, abruptly,his smile turned to a frown as Dr. Waters entered the tiny room. Frankwas annoyed yet again.Dr. Waters was thirty-one years old and quite an attractive woman. Herred hair was tied back in a professional manner that matched herconservative attire. She wore low heels, a knee-length. I now ask you something new.’ He pauses as tears fill his eyes. ‘I have told you many times how I love you and now I want to show that the only way I truly can.’ He takes a deep breath and continues, ‘Charlotte Marie Baker, will you marry me?’ Tears fall from her eyes, gliding down her cheek lacing her jaw line. She falls to her knees and hugs him tight, pressing them as close as possible, her tears making his shirt damp. She sits back, looking at him with a soft smile on her face. ‘Yes!’ she. He did not seem like a very nice individual.Angel ignored him and offered her apology to me for his rudeness. She walked over to the small writing desk. Took out some paper, and started asking me my contact details. All the time she was ignoring her husband. He got redder and redder. I expected at any moment to see his head explode.As I was giving her my schedule of availability, I heard the library door open and slam closed. She murmured something that sounded a lot like, "Rude Bastard." But I.