Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Place: Northern Indiana or a reasonable facsimile thereof. The places here are ...what I needed to make the story work and the distances do not pretend to be accurate, so draw a new map.Time: A few years ago, before cell phones and personal computers were common. Part I covers from Brian's fourth grade through eight grade years in school.CodesThe following codes apply to the themes of Living Next Door to Heaven that involve the. "OK, Tex. Give it to me straight." I'm sorry, Bill. I wish it wasn't so, but I'm afraid Marion is involved with another man."Bill closed his eyes and willed away the pain that washed over him. "Who is he?" His name is Mark Dreesen and he's, get this, 24 years old. He is a part-time massage therapist, but recently his license lapsed. I have some more stuff coming, but he's nobody special." Tex had relayed the information in his usual matter-of-fact tone. It was just another report, except this. ”Jens counters, “Liz, you’re so lucky to be having this baby, I only wish that...”I interrupt, “ ... Jens, you never know what will happen so don’t lose hope...”Liz doesn’t know it, but I know exactly what will happen but it’s just not time for that to happen yet. There are too many other things Ben and I need to do first.Liz is in her dress so I cover the dress with a clean towel then the makeup artist comes in and begins the makeup. With my job mostly done, I wonder how Ben is making out with. ''Double,' Quin responded.'Make it twenty pounds an hour ... each,' Becky returned.'I'll think about it,' Quin replied. 'I'll let you know.'Becky knew she'd been outflanked. Having Adele display her abundant charms had backfired.***Becky checked the address in her notebook against the numbered tile on the red brick gate post.'He lives here,' she said. 'Quin lives in a fucking palace and has the nerve to say he can't afford ...'Adele shrugged. 'We owe him the rent,' she said.The outrage bled.