"Ohreally?" mum asked. "Do you like him?" she said. "Dad!" I whined at him."It's nothing like that. George and I are just friends and we've onlyjust m...t." "Ok Ok," mum said chuckling, "is he pretty though?" Um, yeah I guess." I hadn't really thought about it when I met him butnow I guess you could say I was kind of attracted to him. "He's not likethe other boys though. He's into a lot of girl stuff." "He seemed reallynice when he said hello to me this afternoon," Dad pointed out. "Infact, I. Whether or not they liked the end result, it was the decision of the customer."They're not always right" Charley summed it up, "but they are the ones footing the bills, and it will be hard for them to complain if we give them exactly what they want."Norma had gone out twice more for lunch with Charley, both pleasant experiences. Then they got really busy, and lunch became sandwiches in their offices as they struggled with their workloads.She did get to see his house. To say she was impressed. Give me my books any day they are so much less complicated and lots more fun.’ ** Seven o’clock the next morning and Izzy was crammed into the back of Richard’s fancy sports car. He dumped her suitcase in the boot and climbed behind the wheel. ‘So how is the little invalid today?’ he asked mockingly, although he wasn’t being unkind. ‘Oh I’ve been better…’ Izzy said dryly ‘But I promise to try and not throw up all over you nice shiny new car.’ Richard gave a little shudder. ‘Yes please do try to. ~Molly~Molly paced around her living room singing softly. Being at home had been both a blessing and a curse. As much as she disliked crowds and enjoyed being at home there were still times she loved being with people. Not necessarily talking to them, it was more like watching them and now that was impossible. Being at home like most everyone else, also meant that more and more people were writing. That meant she was busier than usual and tired of being in her bedroom. She moved her recording.