I don’t want to see him face to face, I think it will hurt him to much.” I nodded again. “Good bye, and thank you again.”I stood and walked he...r to the door, before she left we embraced, then she was gone.Scott got home about an hour later. “You didn’t call me.” He said pouting. “So…what was the out come?”I looked up at him a little sadly, “Sit down babe, I need to talk to you.” He looked at me worriedly but obeyed. “Cindy wanted me to tell you because she thought it would minimize the pain.”. They were later pushed out to the suburbs when a larger and even more dominant company came to the fore a few years later, headed by the infamous Doctor Street. However, that is another story and one not for me to tell today."Anyway, Michael became as close to a friend to me as I probably had in Crystal Heights. He seemed to be quite close to the coffee shop owner and so it was okay for me to sit and chat with him for an hour or so whilst he drank his coffee. He never demanded sex yet always. Gathering up my dirty washing, I drop a load into the machine and a crack of thunder shakes the house, followed by several more. It seems that the storm has finally broken. A flash of lightning casts eerie shadows on the walls and then the heavens open up with a torrent of heavy rain. I add detergent and press start. The washing machine continues on its merry way. I get out the vacuum and start in the lounge, moving furniture aside as I go. A loud boom of thunder followed closely by lightning. "Nonsense, Patricia," Antonio said. "I eat them every Sunday, and Eric is right - their quality is increasing." I need to talk to you, nonno." Is there something wrong?" No, nonno. It's just family stuff."Patricia started removing her apron. "Come on, Randi. Let's find something else to do."I put my hand up. "No, stay. Jordan let Randi in on some of it last night, and it involves both of you." What is it?"And then I opened my mouth and the words just fell out. I began telling my story. The.