My Dainty Dearness and I were very content. Some time in the mid afternoon Sofia came back from doing errands car registration etc. I was in the backroom on the 'puter when she walked in. I kissed her an with a bikers doo- rag I breathed upon her silver half-glasses and cleaned them for her. They hung across her breasts by a pearl beaded chain. We had a snack an watched t.v. then on to the land of intimate doings. We never knew it was the end for us two days later. when she became quite ill around 4:30 am and around 5:30 she was taken to the hospital, never to return to 38 avenue.
Well to make a long story short, Sofia's so called brother Alex Nicolas nee Panigotacos Public records clerk up in Tallahassee ratted out his sister and I to the hospital who up till then believed I was her husband. That call may have been because a narcississtic snake had to be in control and as usual no 1 sees him for yrs then when something happens he gallops to the scene on his white stallion and effs it all up. Untill that deadly phone call Alex made and I am sure he got off making it, Sofia had a 40% chance of getting through this. Alex, I can only hope the rest of your life is filled with the deepest of sorrow for what you have done And that every one where you work knows what a loathesome evil person you are.
"The silence from my family. . . the desperate need to not talk to a brother who has so had not only the rug pulled out from under him but the Floor and joists below it as well. . . the silence is so thick it can be cut with a fork."