And I, I was rather a recluse. Living alone, ashtrays everywhere on the old furniture, the occasional cognac, the typewriter, the disks on the shelves..., rarely leaving my appartment, just for cigarettes, digesting and replaying the past in my head.I don't know if you ever noticed my dark silhoutte before on the stairs when we happened to cross our ways. Large shoulders, a black leather jacket, black jeans, short black hair, moving elastically, youthfully, as if I took a deep breath before. I got off the elevator and walked to the door and rang the bell. Stephanie answers the door wearing Grey sweatpants and a t-shirt that said bebe on the front in hot pink. I handed her her whopper and fries just how she wanted it. "Thank you Robbie that's what mom calls you isn't it. I am so hungry" Stephanie says as she goes in the freezer to get fresh ice as it melted. She put a few cubes in my soda and some in hers. "So Robbie do you think I am pretty my stupid classmates always call me ugly. ‘Don’t tell me to take it easy,’ Jessica warned, her eyes flashing with anger. ‘I have to leave too,’ Claire said, as she and Cal walked into the kitchen. Jessica took a deep breath as she watched Cal cradle his daughter. At only two months old, Kira was the apple of Cal’s eye and it was clear to anyone that knew him well, that it would be a cold day in hell before any man that wasn’t considered as family got anywhere near her. ‘We’ll talk about this somewhere else,’ Cal said. ‘Where are we?’. ‘Tommy, you’re a stuffy ponce, just like your Dad!’ his Mum continued. ‘I had to be the romantic one in the family, left up to him, I’d have been an old maid and you and Kate wouldn’t be here. You like this girl, you go after here, you hear me?’ ‘I hear you, Mum!’ he responded. The four women spoke to him briefly and hung up, it was nearly suppertime in England. Thomas got up to take his dishes to the kitchen when the Cell rang again. He wondered what the four of them had forgotten. ‘Hullo?’.