It was her. -Hi! -she said- how are you? – I replied in a sl**py voice: -Hi! I was so good, sl**ping. – -Oh, sorry I woke you up -she said. -Never... mind -I replied. She started to cry, I could hear her sobs on the phone. She managed to say: -Can I go to your place? I need a shoulder to cry on-. -Sure, I’ll be waiting for you! -I said, and hung up. I put the two beds in my bedroom together, and looked for another pajama for her. Also I made two teas, so she would calm down. I waited. 5 minutes. Excited at the prospect of interviewing someone under the age of sixty for the job, I asked her to meet me the very next day.Julie arrived promptly at 4:00 p.m. presenting a clean and professional appearance. We sat down and talked. In the course of the interview, I learned that she had just turned twenty and was taking classes at the local state college. She was looking for a part-time job that would allow her to make a little money and still be able to study. She was also a single mother of a. There are no miracle operations, or space age drugs for what's killing me, and I'm Ok with that. What I'm not Ok with is dying with a fortune in a bank, doing nobody any good, and it getting cut up and handed out to strangers after they bury me."Mr. Clarke. I'm an orphan. I've got, literally, no one to leave anything to. If I spend some money on Kristy, and she gets a little better, then it ... the money ... did some good, didn't it?"I would have continued but the lights went on inside. .” I yawned again, trying to look at his face through the darkness.“You'll see,” He replied back quickly.I heard him unwrapping something and felt him press it to my lips.“Hmm?” I mumbled, my mouth opening. My tongue wrapped around something sweet, the taste of cherries filling my mouth. It was a lollipop.“Suck gently, Princess.”All I could do is nod, sleepily. Daddy was holding the lollipop for me. I closed my eyes, still feeling sleepy.“Now stop,” My Dad instructed, pulling the lolli back,.