I picked up my drink from the table and made a show of catching the straw with my tongue, before taking a sip of the refreshing booze. I was enjoying...myself. It was harmless enough. My man may have been at home, but I wasn’t in my city and I’d never see my stranger again, so why not have a bit of fun and enjoy his lustful roaming looks in my direction. My enjoyment was short lived though, as my older sister walked over and started talking to him. Fuck! What’s she saying to him? Oh god, maybe. "The last words you said were 'I can't help anyone anymore.' We triedto get you to listen to us. Everybody tried several times but it wastoo late. You went into that place of yours so deeply we could notreach you. The others all felt guilty and blamed themselves for yourcondition and they slowly drifted away. Helen was the last to do this.She fought for you so hard and wanted us to stay with her until youwere better again. The doctors said that this was a bad idea. When youwoke up again they. I mean, just knowing that you’re there helps keep me in balance.“Wow, listening to myself say that,” she laughed, embarrassed, “that sounds really tacky.” She sat primly on the sofa; her hands folded together in her lap, staring down at the robo table and the untouched steaming cups in front of her.“Thank you,” Jake said, quietly, after a moment. “That means a lot to me.“And, yes,” he laughed, softly, “it did sound tacky. But I liked hearing it, anyway.” He reached down in front of Alicia and. His collar-length brown hair waved in the welcome breeze. It had been a pretty hot summer in Milwaukee, but the weather had broken just a couple days ago, bringing a respite from the heat and humidity. He was glad his parent’s house was air conditioned.Tom was a handsome young man with rugged features, grey eyes, and a quick smile. He’d had several girlfriends through high school and college, and plenty of short relationships in between. As he packed, he reminisced about the night of his.