” Ben said and tried to push me away. “You heard what I said, Ben. I’m sorry you don’t know how to keep a man, but that’s no reason to get... all bitchy at me or Connor.” I said. Ben tried to throw a punch at me, but I caught it in my hand and twisted his arm behind his back and pushed him out of the door, making sure to lock it this time.I talked to Connor over the next hour or so and he did most of the talking. I understood that, since he had taken in a lot in the past weekend. Around the. I was completely disoriented and there was light everywhere as I heard my back door shut quickly. I looked out my side window and got blinded by a flashlight as I heard a tap tap on the window. The man in my car seemed to have vanished and I could see a police badge behind the light through my window. Quickly I covered up my front and then fumbled for my keys as I tried to open the door even though it was locked. Finally I got the key in the ignition and turned it. It took two hands to keep my. Well, the bag of flesh that currently sits on a hospice bed waiting for a cure to getting hit by a bus is named Bradley. I tend to think of myself now as a free floating consciousness. I can wander here, I can wander there, and more importantly, I can go places I could not before.My mother is here. Helen is her name. She is a pretty young thing, despite being 40, divorced, and completely upset. She's got brilliant green eyes, sandy blonde hair, a thin, barely flabby frame (due mostly to age). However, by the end of the day she realized that she did want her mother to meet someone and that it would be very immature to sulk and spoil a chance for her.On Wednesday nights, Elaine and her mother regularly had dinner together, alternating houses. This evening, it was Elaine's turn to cook. Her mother was playing with the boys when Elaine called them in for dinner. The two of them arranged the boys in high chairs and sat next to them as they ate."Mom, Derrick wanted me to ask you.