I made an appointment for her the following Friday afternoon, and I showed the stylist the style I wanted her to put on Catherine. Then she could come... to the restaurant and have supper before picking me up from work. She showed up around 5 PM which was quite a busy time for the restaurant, and when she showed up I was shocked at the difference the hairdo made to her appearance, she looked at least 10 years younger, the only thing that might have belied her age was the old style clothes she. She padded back to my room. Finally, I poured my coffee and opened my laptop. Scrolling through news headlines, I clicked the odd story. After about fifteen minutes passed, I started to become curious. Tammy hadn’t returned. I had no idea what could possibly be taking her so long. I walked down the hallway, and knocked softly on my closed bedroom door.“Tammy?” I asked. “Are you alright?”“I’m… yes, I’m alright.” She sounded anxious.“Is it okay? Does it fit?” I asked, cracking the door open.“Uh,. Its only real perk, and the deciding factor, had been the huge closet, almost a second room in itself. It allowed him to dress without waking Susan, no matter how early he had to get up. It also kept the cats from clawing up his clothes. Never her clothes, just his.Although her landing was ungraceful, the keys did land beside her instead of on top of her. Toby shook her head, staggered a little bit, then resumed dragging the keys.She almost gave up halfway across the rug. It just wasn't easy. Her heart was pounding her ears. ‘I don’t know why I came to help you…you know you break my heart when you call and you act like this.’ She huffed and sniffed, ‘I hope it burns when you pee.’ Had she just said that. Gawwwwd! At least he held his own and didn’t laugh, although by the garbled sound he made, she was sure he’d maybe at least choked a little. Please let this plan work, please let this plan work. She thought to herself. Five meters to go and she sighed softly, ‘It’s Emma…my name is.