[EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
Phillip couldn't help but smile. He knew exactly how Nick was. "Of course.
I'm always willing to talk, and listen. Please, sit down." he said and
moved
to one of the comfortable chairs in his bedroom.
Ria slowly walked to the chair. A large plush red chair sitting in the corner
by Philip's bed. "If you're sure" she said tentatively. She had never been
good
at expressing her emotions and with Philip reminding her of her dead fiance,
she felt uneasy. "I'm not sure where to begin. From where I left you, what
happened," she stopped and stared at her hands lying on her lap, "or
how I feel."
