I'm sure I blushed profusely. I was confused as hell. After days of ignoring me, Matthew was finally talking to me again. And not only that, he was pr...ssed up so close to me. "You been having fun?" he asked, gesturing with his head to Carl. I snorted quietly. "Not really, he's so dull, I have no idea what to even say to him. Not that it matters, he's happy to talk about himself without interruption." Matthew chuckled. "It's not funny! I'd much rather just talk to you. I don't know why he hasn't. Tony nodded, “We have a three-bedroom apartment upstairs you can live in.”“Tony, can you take Perry upstairs and show him?” John asked.“Okay, Dad,” Tony responded.“Dad?’ Perry asked, “You’re not with the National Bank are you, Mr. Taylor?”“No.” John shared.“What are you trying to do here then?” Perry asked.“We are building housing for all those people, so they don’t freeze to death this winter.” John shared.“The gold and silver, who owns that?” Perry asked.“My family.” John reached out and. And then he began looking through the papers. His mind reeled! Madge not only had his suitcase but now she knew it all. The transcripts of several chats he’d made, the printouts of clothing and lingerie sites, sissy sites, cross dressing sites, and printouts of several pictures from his picture files. Everything coming from his personal computer in his upstairs office at home. Cindy had gotten his password somehow and had printed all this stuff out in addition to giving her mother the suitcase!. Like, what they would be able to accomplish if someone went? I gave up trying to listen, and instead tried to see Mamma's face or hear her voice in my head. I tried to remember her smile. It was sad how hard it was to bring back memories of her. Mamma was more like a feeling to me than like a real person anymore.I kept looking over a Moira, who looks nothing like Mamma looked. I tried to think about the feeling of Moira, and whether it was the same as the feeling of Mamma. I don't mean, like.