Things got to me."Abi took a deep breath and looked away from me. "I didn't want to tell you this. At all. But Grace thinks it might be a good idea to...tell you. She thinks you might understand, but I don't want to but..." Tell me what?"Abi took a deep breath and bit her lip, wiping her eyes. "Something," she gulped and sighed. "Promise me you won't think any worse of me."I promised, my heart thumping in my chest; she paused for a moment and her hands started shaking. I tried to hold them but. Opened the bottle of scotch and though I had never drank it straight up, I felt like doing so now. I took 3 big sips, the stingy highland flavor burned my throat down and the cheese in the mouth melted away with the burning sensation.I took a packet of nuts and munched on them while making a proper drink for myself. The sound of the running shower was now echoing in my mind and the next state of Nirvana was calling me.I headed to the shower with my drink and opened the door which of course. Writing about her has opened lots of new memories about our time together. Her business suits I have mentioned before but now I think I should go into a little more details.When she started with the Airline she was a lowly typist but over a very short few years she raised herself into a managerial position in the customer survey department. From then on she had to wear a business suit. By this time, say her mid twenties she probably didn't own a bra anymore and if she did she wouldn't have worn. "Eddie could see that she couldn't even figure out what to say, what to ask. Jill burst into a peal of laughter. "Sarah, Eddie's being mean. I'll tell you about it. This thing is called television. I don't have a clue how it works, but it can show you things that happened in other places and other times." What, any place and time?" Sarah jumped on that — could this thing show her how her family was?Eddie made the connection too. He knew how strongly she was connected to her family, and he still.