<font color=green> "If we had been using tests from a cardboard box from the pharmacy, I might believe it's a mistake, but he sounded pretty sure, Aly.." He reached out, soothing a hand across her shoulders and tugged her to sit on his lap while she looked for the number. He wouldn't interfere with her fact finding because if she knew for herself then it would take some of the pressure off of himself. He couldn't honestly express either joy or dismay at all because he knew better than to put himself out on a limb that way, exposing himself for anger. His hand slid down to rest on her waist as he plucked the scrap of paper with Goodman's number out of the pile she was ruffling through and set it before her eyes, beside the telephone.</font color> -- Kaeten's Apartment

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Date Posted: 13:19:22 05/02/06 Tue
Author: Charlie
Subject: "If we had been using tests from a cardboard box from the pharmacy, I might believe it's a mistake, but he sounded pretty sure, Aly.." He reached out, soothing a hand across her shoulders and tugged her to sit on his lap while she looked for the number. He wouldn't interfere with her fact finding because if she knew for herself then it would take some of the pressure off of himself. He couldn't honestly express either joy or dismay at all because he knew better than to put himself out on a limb that way, exposing himself for anger. His hand slid down to rest on her waist as he plucked the scrap of paper with Goodman's number out of the pile she was ruffling through and set it before her eyes, beside the telephone.
In reply to: Alysia 's message, "Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same. " on 12:39:45 04/26/06 Wed

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She was a little aggitated when he pulled her down into his lap, but when she lifted her eyes to him she found him holding the peice of paper for her, and felt an instant sting of guilt. She took it from him and lowered her eyes tot he digits on the phone, tapping them in and lifting the receiver to her ear- lifting her gaze to him and speaking softly "I just have to to this Charlie..." She couldn't explain it- she just wanted to hear for herself. The line rang several times before it was answered and Aly was lost for a words for a moment before she errupted into them. "Hello this is Mrs Bellucci here... will you put me through to Dr Goodman immediately please? Its important." (NT) -- Alysia, 13:26:28 05/02/06 Tue