“Your mother is in hospital. She had a car accident.”The boy paused trying to grasp what he had just heard. He had been in a hospital last year wh...en he got food poisoning, and he knew the place was not good. It smelled bad and was full of suffering people. At night could be heard moans and other unpleasant sounds. It was pity his mother being there.“When will she be back?”- Well ... when she gets better. If she ... turns the corner. Come on, go to bed, it’s all right, “ he said ruffling his. "Nothing," he repeated in a neutral voice."Jason agreed to bring the Book as soon as I asked him." Did he have second thoughts at all?" Yes. No." Both answers cannot be correct, Diane."Diane whimpered. "The ... th-the others argued about it. But Jason didn't change his mind."Victor sensed something fighting him. He leaned forward. "Diane, listen carefully to me. Hold up your right hand."She lifted her right arm and leveled her hand in mid-air at about the height of her bosom."Your right hand is. I closed it and looked at the cover, and shrugged. “Nope, that is not me. This is written by, oh my, Jenny Talia.” Of course it did not help that I was fighting to not grin, and Frannie was giggling away. Jacki was also giggling.“Fred, I told you that would not work. Pete, I’m the one that connected the artist, she has a very unique style, and those in there are almost a perfect match. Of course, there is one other thing, go ahead and whip it out Fred.”He was not mad, but with a grin he then. 00, less than halve.I told my husband I thought he sounded oldish, but he just laughed and said wishful thinking, so when I rang the doorbell and he opened it, both of us thought we had the wrong door.He was old, very old and as I fumbled for the right words to explain who we were, he just said, 'It's all right dear, I know who you are, come in', and we did.The house was dark and damp, it smelt old, cluttered and a tad on the dirty side.He was alone, widowed for some thirty years he said, and.