Everybody seemed to talk at once and the noise was deafening with all the laughter as well. Everyone heard the doorbell at half past twelve though and...conversation stopped immediately as no one could think who it might be."I'll get it," said Carly. Nell went with her being the only one who knew who the visitors were.Paul Brain and Rita Pinkley were standing outside."Hello, Rita," said Carly. "Happy Christmas. What brings you here?" Happy Christmas to you too, Carly. This is Paul Brain, one of. Drinking alone is height of desperation.… and bell rang….Rarely anybody knocked on these doors, never on my birthday at least.And bell rang again, this time with more urgency and this time reluctantly I got up,It was she, she in person, walking in beauty.I was stunned, lost, and speechless. She broke my trance,“Hey what were you doing, took so much time in opening the door,” a beatific smile.And welcoming her I said,"I never thought a wandering dream will knock at these portals, but I never. Different hotels every time, he was careful. Anyhow, one night I got there a little early, traffic had been light. So I'm outside the room and I can hear him on his cell, and I figure I'll let him finish up, I'm sure in no hurry to go do that tired act again. And he keeps talking and I hear him say something about 'the heat's on a little, it's time to do a run.'" 'The heat's on?' What, politically?" That's what I thought too at first, and I started to listen closer. I was seeing a couple of. "Damn, girl," she said standing up. "I thought I was going to be the first one to jump in his bed."Keelin looked up at her friend and then shocked the shit right out of me. "We'll talk about that later." Okay," Terry said with a shrug. "I can handle that." I didn't get a say in this? Apparently not. Miss Keelin Orla Tiernay and I were going to have to talk about this later ourselves."And we are not going to talk about this after today. You can listen to what I have to say or not, I don't care..