Warum musste diese Frau auch nur so gro?eF??e haben, dass mir ihre Schuhe passten? Nun ja, passen war nicht das richtige Wort. Sie waren eine Nummer z...klein, aber das lie? sich aushalten. Die etwa acht Zentimeter Absatzwaren eigentlich auch nicht SO schlimm. Nein, das war falsch gesagt. DerAbsatz war so hoch, dass ich mit krummen Beinen dastand. Aber ich hattenoch keinen Weg gefunden, entspannt auf den spitzen Abs?tzen zu stehen.Dauernd kippte der Schuh zu einer Seite, und ich musste mit sonst. As the day began to fade into darkness, Stacy made the final two trips of the day without bothering to put on her dress. The next morning, when she resumed her labors, she didn’t bother with the dress at all.Finally the heavy trays were empty and stacked neatly behind the garage. The hothouse was now just a large glass room with cables hanging from the ceiling and large eyebolts protruding slightly from recessed cavities in the floor. Stacy thought of removing all but one pair of the cables,. What to do. I was now out of a job. I had money in the bank, but I didn't know how long it would last.Oh, and the big one, did I want to chance going back for my stuff?Going back for it meant that I would risk seeing - them - again. I suppose, if I had have thought about it, the thing I feared the most was more them seeing me again.I wasn't sure what I really thought about them anymore - me, them, us. To be totally honest, I was quite angry with them. Well, I was a lot of things, particularly. I couldn’t go anywhere near a comment like that.Instead, I said, “It’s understandable because she’s desperate. She’s facing a loss and this is her trying to bargain it away. Give it time and she’ll eventually get on board. It might be rough for a while, but she’s a great kid and one day will understand why this is best.”We sat for a few more minutes chatting when Heather got a text. As she read it I saw her frown.“Crap. The text is from Niki. She’s letting me know that her packing is finished.