Maybe it will give you a little insight as to what I like to write and my writing style. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading! “I thought I’d ...find you in here.” He spoke lowly in the quietness of the room, tapping his fingers against the doorframe and waiting for the petite blonde woman to turn from her vanity table. She peered at him in the mirror as she ran a coarse hairbrush through her long tresses. Having received no initial reaction, he stepped further into the room, the door. This time last year, I would never have thought about calling my publicist to generate some buzz. If I wanted the paparazzi to go nuts, I might accidentally let them get a picture of my butt again.Halle went home and I had Fritz give Dad and Greg a tour of some of the tourist spots in LA. That left me alone with my mother. We first tried to sit on the back patio off the living room to relax and have coffee and tea, but the paparazzi drove us inside. We instead went to the roof.“Greg told me. I will not go in this outfit.”John said, “I like it. You’re hot. I bet Dad thinks so, too.”She said, “That’s fine. The two of you can just think. I’m going to change. Give me ten minutes.”I smiled and nodded. “We’ll come over and pick you up.”“Your car?” I nodded. “Top down?” I nodded again. She looked at Becky. “Wear more.” She warned her.I went up and changed shirts. Becky changed her clothes to a nice skirt and blouse with a sweater over her arm. We went out and got in my car. The kids. . But most of all, she loves! Mom, that's you."Turning to Jack she said, "And then there's my father. He loves me, he protects me, but most of all, when he's with Mom he shows me what married love can really be. He is Mom's motivating and powering force."After pausing for a moment she added, "You know, it's a damned good thing that we're on the fortieth floor. Any lower and we might be drowned by all the love that's generated here." Then with a little grin she added, "I wonder if it leaks.