Miranda just curled herself into Brettly’s lap placing her head on his shoulder while she listened to him talk.  She could not believe all the things he was telling her.  She wished that something would come back to her.  He told her the whole story about how she got the car and it was all a blur.   “The vase was a gift from your parents; I hated that dame thing anyway.”  That was about all she could remember.<br/><br/>She smiled a little when she discovered that he watched the Disney movies with her, she just didn’t remember this one.  “Why would a frying pan remind you of me?”  She smirked, “Have I hit you with one?”  Miranda can’t image that she would have gotten that violent with him, but anything was possible.  At one time he would have pissed her off to no end, and he seemed to enjoy pissing her off.  He is just lucky she never shot him and hid the body.<br/><br/>She sighed when he talked about a bath and it did sound really nice and in fact she did have to use the bathroom and she was a little embarrassed to have him do it.  “Hmm, Brettly why don’t you call Marie so she can come and help me.”  She said with a blush.  She didn’t even think about it until now actually, Marie had not even come to see her since she got back.  “Where is she, I thought she would be the one to take care of me.  Did you give her time off?”