Senior Reunion Part V (standard:humor, 6605 words) [5/5] show all parts
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More antics by the senior citizens

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We came upon a town and entered it. I looked at the church clock and its
clock hands were indicating 8-30, but I was not sure, as it wasn't in 
English. We went further into the town till I noticed a café open, come 
on everyone lets eat. They looked surprised, and said micky we haven't 
got any money lets just go and report to the police and tell them we 
were shipwrecked. O yes I replied, and do you know how many people land 
in Europe and say the same thing, excuse me officer we were shipwrecked 
or washed ashore can we claim asylum. Thinking to myself, that's the 
last thing I need bloody coppers, French or English. If we did that we 
would be sent to Calais with all the other immigrants. That's what the 
French do to get rid of them. Ok its fine getting to the euro-star 
terminal, but we would all get our throats cut by the rest of the 
immigrants if they find out we are infidels. I said with clear intent 
of not doing it. Fear works wonders, and they all agreed, let's help 
our-selves. Good move from my side. 

I told them all to order what they wanted to eat, and I would go and
find a post office to change my social security benefit cheque, asking 
Liz to look after my sack. I wandered for a while tearing up my cheque 
and sticking it in a drain. As I had no intention of returning to the 
UK anymore, Hugh was killed at sea, the trail ended there, no cashed 
cheque no trace, was what I thought was best. Never again would I have 
to queue in the dole queue's of Britain mixing with the workers and 
pensioners that had given all their working lives for a country, 
rebuilding it after world war two, that many now called them ponces on 
the tax payer. Sitting with single mothers and immigrants, living of 
the taxpayer's money as the captain used to say. Now I can raise my 
head with pride and live off my booty instead, as our betters have done 
for centuries. I had some of the captain's cash as well, he didn't need 
it now, and he was gone forever in a blaze of glory to his home in 
Davie Jones locker complete with Mrs Norman Bates for company, into 
eternity. What a way to go, I chuckled. 

I passed a chemist and went in, with sign language, and my fingers
withdrawn from the V sign, and no mention of Waterloo and longbows. I 
pointed to a large bottle of Chanel no 5, still unbeatable to my mind I 
think. I offered him sterling, and he worked out the exchange rate 
difference, adding fifty percent over the top, as the French do in 
their honesty. But it mattered not. Cash wasn't my problem anymore. He 
wrapped it and I left putting it in my pocket for my girl. 

I returned and joined the others, ordering a breakfast for myself, and a
good cup of coffee, Liz smiled, filled to the brim with the food she 
badly needed. Miss Sheely by know was getting used to not bashing 
Kevin, and Kevin refrained from correcting her every mistake. They 
looked a fine couple now I thought, amazing what a shipwreck could do 
to a relationship. Teddy muttered away in Gaelic to himself, he needs a 
good woman I thought to myself; maybe I could find him a good colleen 
in time. Scots like the Irish, and a colleen is a good woman for any 
man. 

I gave Liz my gift of No 5, and after a dab, she not only looked divine
she smelt divine. Is this French perfume micky she asked, the best I 
replied, adding a gentle kiss to her divine little head, remembering my 
ex wife Doris with a shudder that made me feel ill. Forget the past I 
told myself, you was very drunk then. And all men marry the wrong woman 
at least once when they drink the right drink. Women tend to take 
advantage, when we men are helpless. Especially the desperate ones. And 
wasn't Doris desperate. And still desperate from what I hear, she even 
picks up vagrants and takes them home. Men get a bad press much of the 
time, but women should remember if they married another female, they 
would understand the pressure we men have to live with. Plus I 
remembered my friend victor arranging the marriage while I was drunk, 
and that was unforgivable for a mate, but that's history now, but I 
will pay him back one day I thought, with a smile, nice if I could get 
him married of to her dragon sister, now that would be revenge. But I 
am not that mad at him really, it was a joke after all. Like blokes do 
on a pub-crawl. 

Nothing was too good for my girl; I would rob the bank of England for my
lady, seven days a week, if she was pretty and I loved her, but I 
wouldn't even get a job if she were ugly and I didn't love her. So 
what's odd about that I mused? To do anything else is to sell out your 
soul and perish in eternal torture. There is nothing worse than waking 
up with a woman in your bed and saying, Hi what's your name, ask any 
fellow we have all done that, far to often. 

I remembered once the Captain ST Bligh saying look in the mirror if you
want to see a criminal, because he saw one every day in his, and he 
knew it was true. I never used a mirror after his advice, that way I 
never saw a criminal. Even to this day I still don't know what a 
criminal looks like. I just know you have to take what's on offer, in 
case you never get another chance, it's a working class thing, that we 
copied from the upper classes. 

We all strolled down the town looking for a garage; we found one with
cars for sale. I tended the captains credit card as he didn't need it 
anymore, and bought a nice little Fiat, I like Italian cars, and French 
cars are a no no, after Waterloo, and them deserting us during world 
war two choosing collaboration instead of fighting. Like the French do 
from time to time. I don't have a downer on the French; I just hate 
them in an English sort of way. Those longbows were very good. 

Knowing that I needed to get to Doreen in Switzerland, I bought a map
and plotted a course thinking lets pop into Paris first on the way and 
I could fit out Liz with some swish clothes from Paris. With Liz beside 
me, Kevin and Miss sheeley in the back seats and Teddy in the boot as 
it was a small Italian fiat; we headed out of town with a full tank, 
and full bellies. We headed inland towards Morlaix, then over to Le 
Mans heading for Versailles, and then onto to Paris. When we arrived I 
arranged rooms for Kevin Miss Sheeley and Teddy at the Athena hotel on 
the Rue Papillon, it was just a two star hotel, as I didn't want to 
seem wealthy for obvious reasons. I gave the reception manager the 
captain credit card, and told him to charge it and to see that my 
guests were taken care of. I might as well strip the captain's account 
I thought, as he wont need any more cash himself. Mrs Norman Bates is 
taking care of him, into eternity. 

Liz and I headed to the Acadiac Opera hotel on Rue Geoffroy Marie, a
three star hotel; the porter took my sack to my room. I would have 
booked the Ritz, but they are sharper there with credit cards, some 
Arab from Egypt who owns it, with Harrods in London is no fool when it 
comes to cash and credit cards. 

She loved it anyway, and we both jumped on the bed happy and excited. We
played football for a while, then had a meal sent up to us, as we were 
legless at the time. Lets go shopping I said to her later, what with 
micky I have no money I lost it all on the ferry she said. Worry not I 
replied I cashed my unemployment cheque and I am loaded. Do they pay 
you a lot in England if you're a bum on the dole she asked, yes Liz I 
once again replied, they look after us in the UK, as we are the hero's 
of the second world war, and I am an old soldier, I am what is called a 
Chelsea pensioner I lied. They give you thousands of pounds so that you 
don't go hungry. Oh how wonderful she said, in America only democrats 
do that, republicans shoot us. Well it was the same under Margaret 
Thatcher I told her, But Tony Blair looks after us workers, I replied. 

We strolled towards the Champs Elysees and then we ran across the road
between the masses of cars whishing by, dodging the traffic and 
laughing our heads off till we reached the Arc De Triomphe, we kissed 
with passion as we gazed at it, and I then knew how Adolf Hitler felt 
in 1940. Love was blossoming in Paris, and life was looking good. But 
will it last I thought, remembering that my marriage to Doris, which 
only lasted one hour after seeing her in my bed, then I sobered up 
bloody quick. But relaxed once again when I remembered that after her, 
I never touched another drop. Yes I was sober and clear in my thoughts 
and my mind, love was blooming in my heart, and with the luck of the 
gods on my side, she was also very beautiful, and I knew I was not 
going to marry her for her golden leg alone, but for just plain love, 
alone. 

We went into Cartier and I bought her a diamond ring that was on
display, which Elizabeth Taylor had pawned for enough money for a 
face-lift. And with a diamond watch to match, I paid for it with the 
captain's credit card. We then walked down the Champs Ely sees, in and 
out of shops buying her and myself clothes and new shoes. I bought 
myself a Rolex for £15,000, and thanked the captain as I dumped his 
credit card down the drain, never over do credit cards I knew from 
experience, hit and run, and you never get caught. Wise up micky, was 
what my sister used to say, and she is rich now. 

I left Liz having a coffee on that pavement coffee bar near the end of
the champs, looking after our goods and saying to her I have to make a 
phone call sweetheart I wont be long. In the booth I dialled Doreen's 
shed. Hi Dorr I said as she picked up the phone with her usual response 
hello Swiss here. What happened Hugh she said I thought you was 
drowned. The coast guard has said they cannot find Hugh in the 
wreckage. Dorr I am AXA 2 how can they find me, Hugh doesn't exist. But 
from now on call me micky, I want Hugh to remain dead, just like Reggie 
Perrin. Why Hugh, sorry micky, why would you want that, Doris will not 
get any maintenance off you if you are dead. I had not thought of Doris 
and her continuing draining of my unemployment money. Stuff the bitch 
Dorr I replied, let the lazy cow get a job for once, and pay her own 
drinks bills for her snobby friends. But listen Dorr I said, I have had 
a bit of good fortune and I need you to get me a good banker with blind 
eyes, I will see you ok, and buy you the best shed in Switzerland if 
you help me. Say no more micky I will fix it, my shed needs replacing, 
she said. How long will it be before you get here, she went on? Listen 
Dorr, I want to show Liz a little of Paris first like the Eiffel tower, 
Sacre Coeur, and the Musee Du Louver, and a boat trip down the Seine, 
and a night at the Opera, among other things, then I want to pop over 
to Lourdes before I hit the Swiss border. I understand Paris micky she 
said but why Lourdes. We Doreen I remember the story from my reading of 
history as a boy, and the tale of Marie Bernadette Soubirous, and I 
have faith in the story. I will tell you it one day. 

I know many laugh at it, but I am not so sure. Nobody knows everything.
Your odd Hugh, sorry micky, I think the forum was right, you need 
banning again, are you mad. Yes Doreen I always have been mad, but 
don't worry its normal in my family and we can handle lunacy. Ok Micky, 
said Doreen, just ring when you cross the Swiss border and I will meet 
you by mount Sinai near the Alps in Cairo, that was our secret code, 
and I noted the equation in my diary. Thinking, I am not the only 
nutter in Europe. 

Chapter 10. 

Returning to Liz and having a coffee myself, we chatted and spent some
delightful moments watching the world go by and the sheer beauty of the 
Champs Ely sees, it was always my favourite place in Paris, one of my 
daughters was a bluebell at the lido and many a night I would go and 
see her dance, then walk home with all the beauty that is Paris by 
night, hookers as well are somehow different in Paris. I have never 
been anywhere except the USA and England said Liz, Well sweetheart the 
world is full of beauty, I hope we can go to Rome soon and Venice, 
Budapest Vienna, Moscow, and all the places full of history that litter 
old Europe. The greatest classical composers and artists all lived 
here. Then there is Asia. India is another place that is full of 
history, there is so much to see sweetheart, and so little time to see 
it, I said, time is the most precious of all life's gifts without time 
we have nothing. She drifted into herself thinking. Ok girl lets go, 
and with those words; I awakened her from her thoughts, fears and 
dreams. 

We walked back towards our hotel hand in hand, stopping for the
occasional kiss when the mood took us, and looking at the beauty of the 
buildings and murals that adorn so many buildings in Paris. I took her 
into a graveyard to show her Oscar Wilde's tomb. And many others. She 
was fascinated at this history of people that she had only read about, 
but never thought about. I gave her all the information that my tiny 
mind held. Letting her know that even in London's Highgate cemetery; 
history abounds. Micky there is so much I want to see she said; putting 
her arm through mine and pulling me close, then me, gripping her arm 
inside my arm we continued a lovers walk back to our hotel. 

That evening we ate in the hotel restaurant and talked about our future.
What about the others she asked, with me forgetting them, with the love 
in my heart for her. Once again my mind opened, and I got back to the 
reality of our fate. Tomorrow I will sort it out ok Princess, and 
that's a promise. With that, and the softness of lovers without a care 
in the world, we went to bed and played football. This time with me 
doing all the scoring, and she letting the goals in without a thought 
as to retaliation. Football is a great game, if you play the right 
team. There is a special someone in the world for everyone, but few 
find them, settling for what they think is that special one, but you 
will never know who is that special one, till you have played out all 
the games that come your way, then and only then, can you compare the 
truth and fact of true love, I thought to my self, as she drifted 
contentedly to sleep, with me beside her protecting her from harm. For 
her I would lay down my life without a second thought. God had been 
good to me. 

Liz awoke at the sound of the knock on our door, breakfast princess I
said with a big smile. We took our time eating our food and drinking 
our coffee. After that we had a shower together, me washing her, and 
she washing me as the water cascaded over our bodies. I had come a long 
way from my smelly pants that the captain had died in. Sylvie would not 
believe how much cleaner I was now. Its funny how boys are always dirty 
and scruffy, yet girls always clean and smart. Why this is, only god 
knows. 

The Fiat sparked into life, as we headed towards the others, stopping
off at a travel agents for an air ticket back to Scotland for Teddy, I 
was tempted to use his credit card to pay for it, but if I did, later 
he would know that it was me that nicked his card, so I used Ronnie's 
card, one of the twins. Kevin and Miss Sheeley were a different case, 
as they were both married with partners back home, and I wasn't sure if 
they wanted to go back or not, so I left the option open. That's the 
trouble with old peoples forums, some want a new life, and some prefer 
to dwell in a long gone one. I think time cures all. If not, it the 
grave and its to late then. 

Teddy was over the moon with his ticket; soon he would be home in
Scotland and winding up Microsoft like he has always done since his 
college days, and sorting out the warring seniority members that 
plagued him. Sometimes people find their niche in life early, teddy was 
one of those. It was his life, and was never happy, unless he was there 
in the middle, passing judgement and axing people, he was in effect the 
Judge Roy Bean, the hanging judge of Scotland. And a pain in the 
backside of other forums he invaded under assumed names. Hugh was an 
admirer of Teddy, Teddy taught Hugh, all he ever knew. I left the girls 
and Kevin chatting and making plans for the day, and drove teddy to 
Charles de Gaulle airport. As we waited to check in and sort out things 
out, we had a coffee and chatted. I slipped a hundred pounds into his 
hand for food and a cab home when he landed in Scotland, Thanks AXA 2 
he said in English, and I will pay you back if I ever get a real job. 
Forget it teddy I replied. You earned every penny trust me. It's a 
brave man that runs a forum for old people; they make hooligans look 
like choirboys and girls. You aren't wrong there he replied. I don't 
know why I bother, except a real job is hard to find in Scotland, and I 
need my benefits to live. Don't we all Teddy was my parting word as he 
headed to the boarding tunnel. I waved, he stuck up his index finger in 
Scottish fashion to a superior football nation, I smiled back and 
shouted, do you remember the six nil game at Wembley. They were all off 
side, as I do with humour, when that game ever comes up in 
conversation. And with a friendly smile to myself, for the nation that 
would die for a Scottish victory. I understood them. 

When I returned all were happy that Teddy would be back soon at the
forum, if any of the seniority members ever survived the ferry wreck 
that is. One thing is for sure with the captain gone; the word Pratt 
would surely die a death. Yes there are others, but isn't there always. 
That's the nature of the beast, likewise is there a forum anywhere in 
the world where this is not so. 

Kevin and Miss sheeley wanted to look around Paris together, as did Liz
with me. I gave Kevin the last five hundred I had in cash so that they 
could buy a roll of tickets on the metro and tour till their hearts 
were content, eating and buying what ever they wanted into the bargain. 
Paris has some great markets and some real good clothes, I just hoped 
Miss Sheeley never bought a new handbag as Kevin was for once in years, 
was completely bruise free. 

Liz and I returned to our hotel, where I retrieved another £ 2000 in
cash from my sack. We left the Fiat in the hotel garage and took to the 
metro, buying a roll of tickets. One ticket will take you anywhere in 
Paris I informed Liz, and you can change trains at will, but when you 
leave the metro, you need another ticket that's why I got a roll of 
them. Liz had been on underground trains back home, but the metro is 
probably the best in the world to my mind I told her. Is it old micky 
she asked looking at the art nouveau entrance, yes liz it is, it was 
built about 1900, and six million people use it every working day. But 
it's not as old as London's tube lines. But just look and wonder at 
this system, it will surprise you. I thought to myself, why are the 
nasty French so good at things like this, there is no justice in the 
world. A train pulled into the station with rubber wheels cutting the 
noise to negligible sound levels. We got on and headed towards the 
Louvre. A North African probably Algerian, got on the next station and 
started talking out aloud near the entrance to the carriage doors, he 
mumbled on and on. What is he saying she asked me, well I said he is 
asking if anyone can lend him some money as he has a job to start 
tomorrow and needs to buy some tools, he has been unemployed for a year 
and his family are hungry. I didn't know you could speak French micky 
said Liz, Well princess its like this, I learned a long time ago to 
never say you have money, even if you have, and never appear clever, 
because others dislike you for it, so listen to me now, and remember, a 
fool is never a threat to others, and your opportunities increase with 
that belief. I don't understand that she replied, you would in time if 
you stick with me long enough, I replied. Can you speak French then 
micky she repeated, no Liz I reassured her, I just guessed right? The 
North African got a few francs and departed to the next train, and the 
next mug. Paris is full of pick pockets and handbag cutters, and 
beggars, just like London and New York I informed her, you don't have 
to see what goes on, to know what goes on. This was confusing for Liz 
as she was a very honest girl, and trusted people far too much, but she 
had me now, and she was safe from harm. 

As the train pulled into Louvre station, Liz said Oh, we are in the
Museum already, no Liz I said this is just the station. All around she 
could see walls of marble, lined with exhibits and replicas of arts of 
work, glass cases with sculptures in them. I have never seen a station 
like this she said, with her eyes wide open taking in the splendour on 
show. It's not unusual I told her, at Varenne there is similar but not 
as grand as here, they display exhibits from the Rodin Museum, its much 
the same at Liege which is panelled with beautiful tiles, you never see 
dirt for long on the metro, they employ 15,000 people to look after the 
system. Most of the art nouveau was designed by Hector Guimard, and the 
main engineer was Fulgenc Bienvenue, which is odd as Bienvenue means 
welcome in English I said. You know so much Micky she told me, no not 
really Liz I replied, I just guessed. Remembering a quote I had read as 
a boy I said to Liz, Ernest Hemingway, an American like you, once said, 
if you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then 
wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris 
is a moveable feat. You will not forget Paris I said, its just a pity 
its full of French people. 

We spent two hours in there, looking at the Mona Lisa, and so much more.
It's a place for people with open minds and the wonder of those that 
were so artistic in long gone days and their works immortalised for 
eternity. Just like London with the National and Tate Galleries. Even 
though I have no talent at all Liz, I just look in wonder at all those 
things that are our history of mankind. I love it micky she said, tell 
me more. Well there isn't much to say, the art speaks for itself, but 
this museum was the first to be wired with pyrotanix a kind of copper 
mineral sheaved electric cable filled with mineral material inside that 
was fireproof, no insurance company would insure the art works in the 
Louvre without that being installed. That's boring she said, yes I 
agree, I replied and we left that delightful place, hand in hand. 

We did Sacre Coeur and shopping in-between. Then over to the Eiffel
Tower. As we walked past the fountains rain fell on us, love and rain 
adds something to the carefree feelings of lovers. We ran to the tower 
laughing all the way our legs feeling like real ones, and joined the 
queue for the lift. Down came a rambling old lift, Liz said how old is 
the lift micky feeling unsure that she now wanted to go up in it, don't 
worry I said its not as old as us. I lie a lot. The lift ascended till 
we reached the last point of the lifts terminal, and we walked the rest 
of the way to the top by stairs; there on wooden boards at the summit 
that made you hope there was no woodworm or dry rot, holding onto the 
rail for dear life itself, we gazed out over Paris and the river Seine. 
She holding me tight for the fear of heights, with me trembling even 
more trying to appear macho like men do when they sense fear of the 
unknown, but they have a female with them, and cant show fear for 
shaming themselves. But its always an error not to get to the top of 
that tower when you have the chance, it shows you the real dimension 
and size of such a structure that is famous all over the world. And you 
may never get the chance again in your life. That's why I never refuse 
the chance of anything. 

We lunched in a French café that the French themselves use, leaving out
the tourist café's for a change. This one I knew had an old French 
toilet that looked like a large shower cubicle with nothing but a hole 
in the middle of the room, with sloping sides all around. The first 
time e I ever saw it, I dreaded slipping down the hole in the middle. 
It was funny for an English man to see that type of French toilet. I 
never told Liz about it, but hoped she would need to go to the ladies, 
and I would just point out the way for her. 

We had Escargot a La Bourguignonne for an appetizer, to be followed by
Fricassee de Veau Girolles, bread and some French house white wine. 
Soon I told Elizabeth, we must head for Switzerland, but I want to see 
the Pyrenean foothills before we leave France. Ok micky, I will go 
where you go she replied. Can I go to the ladies finally she asked, yes 
princess its over there pointing to the French toilet. She came back 
and said there is no toilet in there just an empty shower room, Liz I 
said, welcome to France, stand in the middle of the room and just go. 
No thanks she said I will wait till we get back to the hotel; I might 
fall down that hole. So its not just am English thing I smiled to 
myself. The French are an odd nation, so much art and design, but no 
sensible toilets. 

Kevin and Miss Sheeley phoned our hotel and wanted us to go over and see
them. This we did an hour later, and we had a drink in the hotel bar 
with them. Kevin was now missing his lovely wife, as was Miss Sheeley, 
her adoring husband. Shipwrecks and adventure are one thing, but soon 
the heart returns to those left at home. And both were missing the 
aggravation and war on seniority, both had that addiction that inflicts 
the elderly members of the forum, both needed another fix of 
Hand-bagging and ducking. Liz was surprised at their needs, but as I 
explained later, habits are hard to break for many people, and 
impossible for senior citizens, and they had a life back home in the 
cold wet land of England. Don't you miss London micky she asked, of 
course I do sweetheart I replied, but I can go home anytime as I have a 
rent free home there, and it will always be there no matter what. Plus 
I never like missing England beating Scotland at Wembley, and the new 
stadium the worlds biggest will not be completed for another couple of 
years, till then, lets have fun. 

Ok Kevin leave it to me, both of you will soon be home and back to
normality. I left the hotel alone to book them air tickets back to the 
UK. When I returned with the tickets they sighed. With a thought, I 
think, should we stay a while longer. 

Both gathered up the bits and pieces that they had bought, and returned
to the foyer. Well let's go I said and we all headed for Charles de 
Gaulle. I did the same as with Teddy, slipping a ton a piece into their 
hands for food and cab fare, saying pay me back when we meet again, yet 
in my heart knowing that two people that had shared so much with me and 
Elizabeth would be gone forever, but I knew we all would remember the 
past two weeks as long as we lived. Just maybe AXA 1 would not ban AXA 
2. Then we may post once again to each other. But meeting again, was 
not likely. Liz and I waved them up the escalating stairs at Charles de 
Gaulle, to see them disappear. That was a sad moment for us both, now 
we were alone, with a long journey ahead of us to the Pyrenees. 

On the way back to our hotel I noticed English newspapers on sale in one
of those French type newsstands. I stopped for a paper, with the 
concern for my sister, and if she had got safely home to England. 
Before reading the paper, I stopped at a French mobile phone shop and 
bought myself a mobile phone. I rang home and Sylvie answered, relief 
came over me, she was safe at home. Yes she asked with a voice that 
always warmed my heart, its micky I answered, where the bloody hell 
have you been, like she does when she is mad at me. I'm in France I 
said. Well get home now you berk she said with kindness. I cant Sylvie 
I said, Liz is with me, bloody hell micky cant you leave the skirts 
alone for once in your life she scolded me. It's not like that Sylvie, 
I have business here, I replied. 

Micky she said I hope you are not thieving again. No Sister I replied, I
have given that all up honest. Good she said, you are always getting me 
into trouble. Sister I replied, every thing I have with me is salvage 
rights, and that's legal, if I had not saved it, it would be at the 
bottom of the sea now. How I thought of that I do not know, but in fact 
this was right to my way of thinking. I felt honest for once. 

They are still looking for you and Elizabeth, Sheeley, Kevin, the filing
clerk and her minder, Merriam and Captain ST Bligh. Teddy came home 
yesterday. Well Miss Sheeley and Kevin will be at Heathrow tonight I 
told her, but don't mention Elizabeth and I ok, we don't want to be 
found yet. But the other two won't be coming home, they did a titanic 
together. I may make a film of them one day. Called the Mrs Norman 
Bates city under the sea. What are you talking about now she said, just 
a joke Sylvie, you know me I replied. 

Listen Princess here is my mobile number and I will be in touch, but
don't let anyone else know it ok, or I will just dump the chip and get 
another one. With that I gave her my number. Liz sends her love, I 
signed off with, just as she said micky take care, if you need bail any 
time just call ok. Bye for now she said, bye princess I said giving a 
kiss sound over the phone to her, my best sister in the world no matter 
what I did, she was always there for me. And I cut the phone off, happy 
she was safe. 


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