“ I didn't know who to turn to, I'm sorry.”“Well there is nothing we can do here now, lock it up and I'll take you home. I'm sure you can get a ...recker in the morning” I bark at you. “Your going to learn the meaning of sorry” I think to myself as I push you towards my waiting car.“Thank you so much for coming to get me, please don't be mad.” You start to sob next to me as I start the car.“I'm just glad my wife is a hard sleeper otherwise I would have all sorts of explaining to do.” My car. The upstairs consisted of the master bedroom, two smaller rooms and a renovated bathroom that still had the original claw footed tub and sink. And it was all mine. The movers had left a short time ago and while they had been nice enough to place the furniture where I needed it, the task of unpacking was left to me. It had been a long but exciting day and I had the next week off work to get everything sorted out. I headed up the front steps, pulled open the screen door and walked through the. .They have always had cable.They cannot fathom not having a remote control...Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave.They never took a swim and thought about Jaws.They can't imagine what hard contact lenses are.They don't know who Mork was or where he was from.They never heard: "Where's the Beef?", "I'd walk a mile for a Camel", or "de plane, Boss, de plane..."They do not care who shot J. R. and have no idea who J. R. even is.Mc Donald's never came in Styrofoam containers.They don't. And then, weird happened. Cheryl's attention went to the creaky stairs as someone else came down for breakfast. I turned, too, and sure enough, the woman from last night and her husband came into view. It was pretty much the same sight as I'd become accustomed to: he was dressed kind of dumpy in a frayed t-shirt and old jeans, and she was a few notches more presentable, with pretty jewelry, stylish ankle boots, and a loose colorful top tucked into dark slacks that hugged her curves.I couldn't.