I once again broke the embrace and simply said, “Hey Nat, how's it been going?”She responded my saying, “Not to well man, I've missed you and ha... kind of a shitty year. Why haven't you texted me?”I did the only thing I could think of and mumbled. “I didn't think you wanted to talk to me after what I did to you. You seemed like you wouldn't want to talk to me or be my friend anymore.”With a small laugh she said. “Just as stupid as when you left Drew, of course I wanted to be your friend. I. It was when she got to a recorded conversation in Astrid's room that it all started to come clear."So, where we at?" I got the pics so far from three of our events. That should be enough, unless you want to go for a forth?" No. Wait, maybe. Three is good, four would be better. Who should we go for?" How about that Brenda and her husband? She's a snooty bitch. Would be good to take her down a peg or two." Sam, you need to not be vindictive. But yeah, I get your point. Ok, we'll go for them. His parents both had cell phones, where is where any important call would go. If HE had a phone, they could probably get rid of the antique. Not that he didn't get a kick out of it. The white phone even had a long cord which curled like a spring, so you could stretch it out into the next room. He was debating whether to stand up and answer, as opposed to waiting for the machine in the living room to do so, when Bobby rose. He was sitting almost under the thing."Hello."As Kevin and Vicky. Here we were together in a hospital in a state far removed from our home states. She and I were on separate wards, but we were both ambulatory and could go anywhere we pleased in the hospital when we were not required to be on our ward for examinations, treatment, and so forth. I was hospitalized for eventual spinal surgery. I learned later that Edna was there for treatment of a disorder in her pituitary gland which caused it to produce excessive amounts of estrogen, which in turn made her.