My duty done.There were no frickin parking spots anywhere. However, as I hit frazzle point, I realised the old dear, who didn’t drive, must have a p...arking spot attached to her high rise unit. I entered the basement car park, heading down a couple of ramps, into the bowels of the building, looking for J’s allocated unit number parking spot. Oh I found it alright. There was a bloody black Mercedes in the slot. Mmm I was desperate. As it was the last parking spot in the row and wall side, I. I was talking with Doreen (who had hosted the party a couple of weeks ago) when she waved over two women from across the street. I knew that the house had recently sold and I assumed that these were the new owners. I learned that Kathy was recently divorced and owned the house and Nina was her sister. Doreen was gushing on and on about the changes Kathy had done inside the house and how beautiful it was. We chatted a while, and then Nina had to go in the house to pack. Kathy gave me an open. We think Nichol is allegoric to kids. She seems to break out every time she is around Bobby's. Bobby's wife Cindy looks as good as she did when she was in high school. You would never think she had two kids. Both were well over ten pounds when they were born. Alex was a tank. We still tease her about him. She will joke how she thought she was pushing out a watermelon when she gave birth to him. Some how he got the nickname of Melon. We all passed food to each other. The pot roast was not dry. I. I was thankful they had already cleaned the house so all we had to do was carry in the items we moved and place them where they belonged.We worked until nearly 8 p.m. before everything was inside. We were not going to put anything away this evening. We just placed the furniture and made up the beds so we could quit and relax. I unhooked my trailer and ran down town for some burgers and fries to bring back.When I got there Ann was in the kitchen putting away dishes and Gene, the asshole, was.