Then he heard Ginger come on the line. The connection was not good. "Bill, it's Ginger. What's the problem?" Ginger, the problem is Ali ... and my idi...ot daughter. My daughter, Jennifer, started to insult Ali. She called her a dumb, cheap, gold-digging whore! Then she really let go. Ging, Ali's left the suite and took her clothes. She has a room of her own and she won't even tell me the room number. Ginger, I need help ... and I really think she does, too. Where are you?" I'm in Seattle with. The man sat down taking a full settee almost to himself. The waif beauty offered him a drink her eyes showing confusion and a little nervousness. The Boss man knew the routine; he'd have to explain, as the husbands always just sat there like rabbits in the headlights looking dumb."Have a seat young lady," the Boss said in a deep drawl. "Did you know your husband had a gambling problem?"Stacey sat knees together prim, balanced on the edge of the soft chair listening. She was growing with anger. ” I followed her in her apartment. It was a small apartment containing 2 bedrooms, she sleeps in one and other one was used like a storeroom of old and broken furniture. She explained about the using of that room later when night came. As she never had any guest, so the room was unusable to her.At first she arranged some food for me, then she served me that and sit beside me. She looked very cute as early age, I thought, her age did not increase even a day. She was caressing me standing my back. "'But she's not Katie anymore... ' the thought passed silently from Tanya to Frank. Frank gazed down into his beautiful wife's eyes, watching as she blinked back her tears, missing, even after all this time and the return of Katie in the form of Tabatha, her youngest daughter. 'Each time she comes back, she's changed... '"She'll always belong to us," he whispered, his promise that she would return bolstering his conviction. "No matter who she is, we'll always recognize each other." So we should.