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    The large entrance is tiled in black and white. A large glass chandelier hangs from the twenty foot ceiling. I first smell them and then notice the large, beautiful pink roses situated on the decorative table located in the center of the entrance.
    I’m standing in the foyer looking around at how everything is so familiar.
    “Gotta get changed,” Amy announces.
    “You ok?” My dad wraps his arm around my shoulders.
    “Mhmmm.” I nod looking up to his face.
    “Good, let’s get you settled in and then we can watch a movie in the theater room?” He nods his head yes, trying to psych me into agreeing with him.
    “What movie?” I smile.
    That used to be our most favorite thing to do on family night.
    “Whatever you want as long as I also like it.” He laughs.
    “Do you two think I’m letting you pick?” my mom chimes in.
    “Ha, well ‘ Lifetime ’ it is.” Amy laughs as she approaches. “This has been a blast and all, but I’m leaving. I’ll be back later.” Amy pulls my hand leading me into the hallway. “Call him doll, he needs you and you need him.”
    I nod.
    I don’t know that she’s right, but maybe I want her to be.
    “Do you think that he’s going to hurt you?” She rolls her eyes.
    I shrug.
    “Do you honestly believe I’d be pushing this? You know my keen senses can smell. I can sniff out a TDB a mile away, doll. I know he isn’t a TDB.” Amy says referring to the nickname we’ve made for a ‘Total Douche Bag .’
    She sounds so sure. I drop my head. “Amy, I know you mean well, but I have to figure this out on my own, ok?” I nod.
    “Mhmmm, I know you do, but he loves you so much. Face it, you know you have feelings for him too. I see the way you look at him.”
    “Why are you always defending him?” This is the question I’ve been dying to ask.
    She kicks her hips and throws her arms in the air. “I give up.” She sighs loudly. “I’ve explained this to you already, doll.” She grabs me by the shoulders. “He fucking loves you, Abby. Don’t screw up a good thing.” She stares me down. “Just say you’ll give it serious thought.”
    I nod again.
    “I gotta go.” She looks at her watch. “I’m working till, I don’t know, probably one or so. Call if you need me.” She kisses my forehead. “Abby, I want the fucking world for you. He’ll be that.” She winks.
    “Amy?” I ask as she heads toward the entrance.
    She turns in her Prada shoes tossing her bag over her shoulder. “I love you.”
    “Not more than I love you, doll.” She blows me a kiss.
    “Everything ok?” Sue asks.
    “Oh my God, it’s so good to see your face.” I attack her with a hug.
    “Oh baby, I’m so glad you’re finally here. Your mom is trying to mess in the kitchen, but I’ve saved you and your father from that nightmare.” She holds her hand to her mouth stifling her laugh.
    “Thank you for that. She’s becoming all domesticated.”
    ‘Twilight zone.’
    “Oh, I see your father has control of the stereo.”
    “I love this song.” I dance in place.
    “Yeah, I do too.” She winks as Frank takes over the air in the room blasting out the music.
    My father’s obsessed with Frank Sinatra. When he’s home the room is always filled with his music. My most favorite memories in this house are of Addie and me dancing on my father’s shoes to some amazing song as he held our hands.
    Memories can be a bitch when they make you want to cry. But this is a good cry because those were the best times. Before the shit disaster it is now.
    “Dear, I’ve made up your room… fresh linens, towels, personal products, clothes. Your mother gave me quite a list and it’s all been displayed according to her wishes. I hope you approve.” Sue offers a kind smile.
    “You’re the best, Sue. Thank you so much.” I wrap my arms around her arms hugging her again.
    “Now let me see that your mother isn’t pretending to know how to use any of the appliances in the