You know... do something, well it's OK with me." Frankly I was hoping they would, I was turned on at the thought of watching them, but I didn't want t...o make it sound like I wanted them to put on a sex show for me.Steve looked thoughtful, then said "OK, I'll talk to him about it."He called me a few days later, and we set something up for Sunday afternoon. The three of us went for a swim in the pool, then returned to my apartment where I had some spaghetti cooking. We relaxed with some wine Steve. Once I had sungthrough the whole thing, I started frantically writing the words down inthe notebook. As I did, more words came to mind, and I had to hear howthey sounded in the song.I went back and forth like this for another 45 minutes, until finally Ifelt that the full song was on paper. This was the quickest I had everwritten a song, and I couldn't believe how well it had come together!For one last time before lunch, I started to sing the song again. Thistime I tried to put my heart into it,. I continually asked myself what I had done to deserve such goodness andI feared it couldn't last.I was right. They say life changes in an instant; Grace, my oldest, wasonly eight when I received the phone call telling me that her daddy hadbeen killed in an accident on the docks. A forklift backing up had runover him, killing him instantly. I remember nothing of the call or itsaftermath. She tells me I fell to the floor, screaming and sobbing.Thank God for Bert's mother. Without that dear woman,. The lilac smell I'd grown to love was replaced by something I didn't even want to think about. I knew what the residue of crack smelled like."Have you unpacked yet?" I asked and Suzette told me she hadn't. I removed Suzette off my lap and walked straight to her house. Suzette was trailing in my wake asking what I was going to do. Mrs. Crawford looked at me as I came through the door and was startled when I headed straight upstairs for Suzette's bedroom."Where are you going?" she yelled.I.