Very nice-looking lady, but at once so to it also you will not drive (as at first it seemed to me)......And somehow this aunt was confused from mine i...diotic - semiliterate jokes. Passed day after day. Work, chemistry, analyses, calculations, and I as the moron came to work on an hour earlier because the pancake itself didn't notice as began to be fond of this light-haired, with the freckled person and a round ass the young lady. ToBy the end of the second week we after all managed to deduce an. A lamp in the corner cast asoft light over the far wall. Strange, No pictures, and no windows oreven a door. I felt like i was awakening from a dream, or waking up afteran operation. "god my head hurt" hazy memories and fuzzy visuals. i achedeverywhere. Was something wrong with me? had I been in an accident? Ipushed myself up in the bed slightly, not really sure what part of mybody hurt the most. My eyes still coming into complete focus, my mindracing to catch up with the facts that surrounded. She was sobbing quietly. Greg was unceremoniously dropped next to her on the floor, where they huddled together. "This is the part of his business I find so regrettable." Greg could hardly see him with the bright lights blinding him. "It's been three months, and not a word from you, Dick." A phone call would have prevented this situation, but I never heard back from you." "You've seen enough movies to know what happens to those who can't repay a personal loan." Greg could see enough to realize. Played some more. Cried some more.Gentle knock on the door."Come in."Ysabela with a tray covered with a white cloth. "Kara. I am so sorry. I made these for you." She presented me with a plate of little tamales wrapped in real banana leaf wrappings. "Do you wish to talk?"Plump, middle-aged Guatemalan friends are a good place to cry one's soul out.I decided that I needed to get on with life. Dad's house was my only real option for living. Since Mom's mother died, her dad was in no position to.