And thats the rest of the story...

I guess I should fill in everyone on what Mr. Lust did.
He and Tina have a "talking dirty" session once a week where they tell each other explicitly what they'd like to do to one another. He swears it's never entered into phone conversations and that they've never even met. She's the same age as me and she lives about 20 minutes away.
I was upset for an hour until I grew too tired to be upset.
I don't know what I'm going to do with him or the situation.
I'm just in limbo.

That night, I woke up to Mr. Lust saying, "Call your brother's phone, your phone is dead. It's an emergency."
I sprang up, called my brother and when the person picked up they said, "He's dead, he had an inoperable brain tumor. They couldn't do anything for him."
It took 15 minutes for me to realize that it was my brother talking, and not someone talking about my brother.
When I calmed down my brother told me that James had died, and I went hysterical all over again.

James was one of the funniest people I've ever met. When he came for Thanksgiving last year, James kept telling my mom how wonderful the food was. She finally said, "James! Stop brown-nosing me!" James, very seriously, looked at my mom and said, "Carol, you don't have to be racist." Everyone started laughing.
That was James. Several times I got phone calls at 3 or 4 in the morning with James singing, "Fill me up buttercup baby just to let me down," he would usually make it through the whole song before someone would stop him.


I probably won't be around much before Friday. Wednesday we are planning the memorial service and Thursday we are having the service.