"Wait!" Screamed Sharon
I slammed on the brakes.  "why?"
"because we have to talk."
"about what?"
"stuff."
I released the brake and let the car coast down the drive way
"WAIT! please."  she was practically begging
"why?"  I asked in my most bored voice.
"Because....I...."
"Yes?"  Again in a very bored voice
"I need your help."  and with that statement her legs dropped from
beneath her and she sat crying on the driveway.
	In a gentle voice I calmed her down and took her back in the
house.
	With one cup of cammamile tea in her and another in her hand she
was finally calm enough to do more than cry and mummble incoherently.  The
fact that she had crumbled was all that kept me from getting back in the
car.  She had always been a strong lady, and under the most adverse and
stressfull conditions, she had been cool as a cucumber, something was
really wrong.
"Are you ready to talk?"  I gently asked.
"Yes, ....thankyou."
"For what?"
"For giving me the chance to talk ."
.....THRUMMM.........rummble.....splat....
	Storm clouds had moved in and were now unberdonning themselves.  I
sat quietly waiting for her to begin and listening to the steady patter of
the rain on the roof and walls.  I got up to turn on the lights.
	"No please don’t, I ........like the room the way it is."
"Alright, no lights, but the day is moving on so...."
"Your right."  She let out a sigh that was bigger than she was, wiped a
last tear from her eye, and began.  "It started about six months ago..."
She talked, for three hours with no more than a moments break to sip her
tea.  When she was done she was exhausted, both emotionally and
physically, and fell asleep even as the last words left her lips.  I
covered her with a blanket from the bedroom and retired to the kitchen for
some food and thought.