This is your sister, Jesse. It's been a long time" The words came out soft and shaky. There was a long pause followed by, "Jesse? It's been a long tim...e. Whats going on? How are you? How did you find my number?" His voice was still filled with child like enthusiasm. "Dad gave me your number before, well, you should sit down. Dad passed away. He had a heart attack and never recovered. He wanted me to track you down and tell you he was sorry." "That's unfortunate. When's the funeral," he asked,. Locking the door, she looked at herself in the mirror hanging on the back of it. Her short brown hair was messy and needed brushing again. Her sleep pants were hitched up her legs, looking like cartoon shorts. Her 32C chest was barely noticable in the baggy t-shirt she was wearing. She sighed and went to work on her hair with a brush. Ten minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She slipped into her room and locked the door. She didn't want her mother to see her in a. I made a living during college selling vintage clothes on ebay. One of the highlights was finding a vintage bra from the sixties by the designer Emilio Pucci. He is known for his super bold or intricate patterns. I know all about Pucci. I casually asked one of the ladies if the strapless and intricate corset with at least 25 hook and eyes down the front was Pucci. You barely heard me because you were looking at the bolder things that were red and black. When she said ‘yes, don’t you adore. (Actually, both were frosh, but ninth graders called themselves "fresh" to avoid confusion.)So, here I was, playing football, one fine October Saturday morning, when this play occurs, and I got blindsided so badly, I didn't come out of my coma until Tuesday, ten days later!!The doctors kept me in ICU for five days, fearing brain swelling, and there were some bruises about my neck, but after I awoke from this concussion of concussions, I passed a battery of tests designed to determine if I had.