That pricked up my ears.I turned back to face them over the counter and cleared my throat. The nurses turned as one to attend to me in their usual pro...fessional manner.“Sorry to hear about your loss, Mr Bird,” said one young nurse, sympathetically, before I could speak, “Your father was a real gentleman. We are going to miss him around here.”“Thank you, thank you for comforting him through these last few weeks and days, I know he appreciated you all as I do very much.”All three clucked like. ..My wife called me a dumbass. The shine had on Hell of a relaxing effect on me and soon I was out. I usually wake up during the night to piss and I did this night but I didn't get right out of bed. I could feel the bed shaking ever so easily. I turned my head toward my wife, then was just enough light from the moon to see her face. She was laying on her side facing me. Her eyes where closed and she was making tiny grunt sounds. I reached over and touched her face her eyes popped open. I smiled. .." No, AnneMarie, don't say it." He watched as her eyes closed, depriving him of knowing her thoughts. "I've watched you all afternoon. I've seen Drew with his friends, leaving you alone, caring only about himself." He's busy..." I know how wrong this is, how inappropriate..."AnneMarie's eyes opened as her hand came up to rest against his cheek, giving him comfort, as if he were a child. At the same time, she relaxed, settled more comfortably on his lap, her folded knees moving closer to his. On one side behind a glass enclosure was the recording studio, with all the gadgets, and on the other side the artist room, where they would be playing. In the middle where they were now, were a few couches, table with food and drinks, and the guys from Ann’s band. Susan was busy introducing him to the band members, when a pair of arms grabbed him from behind. ‘Hello baby,’ cried Ann, turning him and suddenly warm lips clamped down on his. After a few seconds, she released him, staring up at.