Hardest thing for three months was leaving without Rebecca wanting to gowith me, drop me off, and worst, asking what I learned. So what was Ireally do...ng? I was taking voice lessons. As in singing lessons.Throughout my school years, I was always in choir. Even had a few shortsolo passages. My voice was in the upper ranges for a boy. One teachersuggested that I could be a countertenor. Now I wish I could sing like asoprano, but after three months I have developed a pretty nice mezzosoprano. “We came a little early in case you needed help with something or need us to find some mischief for the boys.”“Mischief is a grandmother’s job,” Marcie declared from the doorway.“And one you’ve mastered,” I said with a laugh. Matt’s mother shook hands with Liz – something she never did with the last female that accompanied me to the house. Then she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.“I’m Marcie Costello,” she said, turning back to Liz.“Liz Larimer,” Liz replied.“I actually knew that,” Marcie. I need a photo. She can check her bag here and pick both up on the way out.’ I put my bag on the counter and nodded to CC, who did likewise. The tech made notes, put the bags in a cabinet and locked it, then motioned CC to a mark on the floor. While he shot his picture, I thought of the day before. Had it really been that recent? This place was already quite familiar. I then led CC to the desk at the base of the stairs. Richard and Paul were on duty again. We nodded to each other, CC and I. Phir us ne clock ke taharf dekha aur boli ke 6 baj gaye hai . phir us nai apne inter com se phone keya ke 6 baj gaye hai ab tum sab log ja sakte ho aur sir wali file ander dedo .Phir reception wali ladki ek file lekar aaye aur madam ko dekar boly good night mam she reply same to u . tab tak wo ladki 2 cold drink lekar aa gaye . madam ne us se kaha ke dekhlo sab gaye aur baki rooms lock kar do .Phir us ne apne table ke drawr se ek black lable ke bottle nikali aur do large peg banaye aur ek peg.