"Get this tube out of me!"Hearing the commotion an attendant entered the room."What's all the shouting about?" Get this tube out of me!" Patrick repea...ed.The attendant looked at the empty plastic bag on the metalstand to which the tube in Patrick's left arm was attached."Well, it's all done so you're right. It's time to removethe tube."As Patrick watched the attendant remove the tube from hisarm a tall man in a white medical coat walked into theroom."Hello. I'm Dr. Finley. Congratulations.. Ginny's new stepfather is a rich man. They live in a glitzy apartment in Manhattan. I've been living in a hovel." Come with me," I said. "It's time for you to see where you'll be living if you go to work for me."When I discussed the design for housing live-in staff, I told the architect and decorator that the living units should look like a suite in a swanky hotel. One two-bedroom suite and four one-bedroom suites sat over the garages. Two two-bedroom suites and two one-bedroom suites were. Brittney ducked down behind some cattails and caughtone of her heels on a branch and tripped. She yelpedsort of loud and the fisherman looked our way. Iducked down next to Brittney and we both startedgiggling like a couple schools k**s doing somethingvery naughty.Brittney whispered to me. "What do we do now?"Laughing as she talked. Her clothes were about fiftyfeet away from us in the clearing. I thought about itfor a few seconds than laughingly replied."Walk out there casually and just pick up. 'A complete hysterectomy' the words running on a constant loop in her brain, trapping her from slipping away completely. She shrugs the hand off her shoulder, "Get out!" she screams not looking at who it was. She starts to tremble trying not to cry, feeling like her life is over. Their dreams smashed. All she wanted with him was a house full of children, laughing and playing with them. Watching them grow up and having families of their own and now that was never going to happen. She moves her.