But that's not Donnie in there. That's Malissa, and she needs My,Our help and understanding. She isn't anything like Donnie and it wouldbe wrong to pu...nish her for the things he's done to you. Can youunderstand that?" No, not really." You can't look past what you've always seen and see the Sister. Thegirl that's crying to be released. The girl that has gone out of her wayto be nice to you since she came out front?" You're just like grandma, you want me to be nice to that girly boyfreak. Well I. She’s not ‘ugly’, she was clearly fairly attractive once – but now everything seems to be about one degree away from pretty. Right now she just looks very, very tired.She introduces us in voice-over, a very strong Cockney accent and slightly husky/crackly tone to her voice. “My name is Lauren Robertson. I’m 37 years old, and I’m a recovering addict from Battersea in London.”She heads back into the kitchen to get her next order.Cut to Lauren sitting in a little bedsit. Same t-shirt and skinny. ”“By the way, you can leave the kids here tonight if you’d like.”“I have a better idea. How about I ask Abbie if she’d like to stay over. Then I’ll talk with her about all this and, who knows, if all goes well tonight may be one to remember! I certainly hope so.”My father’s eyes got bigger and even brighter.“Really, son?! That would be great if you don’t think it’s rushing it. And even if it’s a no, we’d still love having her here with us, as always.”“Ok! But, for now, let’s get this party. It was hard afterwards keeping a straight face whenever he saw the teenage mink, but he kept his cool. After all, if he played it right, he might even see them at it again someday.When he got Barbara to her car, he waited for her to start it, then headed back into the mall, deciding to make another set of rounds before going to his office for a few hours.Barbara started her car and waited for the engine to heat up. She turned the radio to her favorite station, and was surprised to hear the song.