Junior greeted his parents and brother.Ann fussed over the grandbabies. Junior showed his dad and Harry the house.“It’s a lovely place, Junior,”...the Ann remarked. “We just so proud of you!”“Thank you, mama!”“Now, where are Betty Ann and Alvin?”“I just called them Mama Griffin. They’ll be here in a minute,” Nellie chimed in.“Well, good! I guess I should get started on cooking.”“Now, mama. You just rest up. Nellie, Betty Ann, and Hazel gonna take care of that,” Junior declared.“Nonsense, boy! I’m. Music started, and he tugged me towards thedance floor. I handed the flowers to mom, then let Harold take me intohis arms as we started a very slow dance. He didn't say a word until wehad moved away from the table a bit."I think it's time that you accept the fact that I think you'reterrific Susan, and I want to spend more time with you, just you andI." Harold, I..." Didn't you just tell everyone that you're a girl? See that guy overthere? The one that was yelling at you? That's my brother.. ”“You can do anything. Stitch up your boss if you want?”“Between jobs is the usual phrase.”“Another one? The good thing about you single, unemployed is that you have no distractions.”“Until now.”“Oh hang on a second. There’s a message on my phone.”I pressed the button.“Hi, Mr Armstrong, it’s WPC Dobbs from last night. In all the excitement I left your car keys in my pocket. Either you can come down to the station … which I realise might be tricky … or I can come around this evening. Either way. Mrs. Martin, she lives on the other side of him from you, said the whole neighborhood was worried about him. They all did everything they could to try and help him, but nothing seemed to work. Mrs Martin had been his wife's best friend, and was over there one day, straightening the house. She said William had let himself go, and hadn't taken a bath or shaved in days. She suggested that he go clean himself up and he might feel a little better. He went in and shaved, while she watched, and turned.