Ann laughed, surprised at the reply, she enjoyed the conversation, it was perverse, but it was interesting, too. “What the Bill of Rights to do with it?”
“I have the right to do what I want when I want, as long as I did not hurt anyone in the process, and you too.”
Bingo. “Now you will be assigned to the problem, even one problem. Hurt. I have no problem with something like that if there is a guarantee of two things, it was a great experience and two, no one was injured. ”
Jessica knuckles whiten on the wheel, eyes fixed on the back of the blue van blocked ahead. When she spoke, her words were combative. “While we agree there is one problem, is not it? There is no doubt that we love each other.”
Ann was silent.
“Right?” Jessica passed, she felt an argument winner.
“I see you where with this, and Jessica go fine, you’re very clever, but it did not happen.”
“Yes, there it is!” It was the absolute conviction in their words. She had waited 10 long years for this confrontation, and it was not to fail.
“No, this is not the case.” Ann said the words, and they thought they wonder why they had to say.
Who is right?
Speakers took about three months, they call the negotiations if you want, but they finally accepted the gap for a few days to a place where they can laugh and it was Jessica when something happened and there were all insurance that would not hurt, well, that’s life, they were both very curious.
And they were both a little nervous when they came out of the car at Riverview Health Club and Spa. But it was a wonderful place, a beautiful, elegant foyer, attractive, attentive staff – a bright, clean, very fresh, the category of local, soothe the nerves in tatters. And his room was perfect, had also the same as in the brochure they studied together, except this one had a bed, single bed big enough, but everything else was equal, large balcony, plants, flowers, pictures, jacuzzi, sofa and chairs. The room was nice and allowed large wet bar Ann Carter for a glass of wine enjoying the moment she sat down, sat opposite a girl who watched her mother with such haste, the waiting child they pity her, so she hung over her and shot him near her, kissed her.
“God, I’m happy, I am a mother, she said, clutching her face in the PAN had her mother’s neck, a place many times before.
“I hear your heart.”
Jessica laughed and shook his mother, “It’s not for me, Mom, it’s yours.”
And it could have been.

