My friend Samara came to stay with us for awhile. She helped me with Ariel and we went for walks and ate lunch every day on Main Street. She was so helpful to me and we had fun. I even agreed to go with Nans to Atlantic City on one of her group bus trips if Samara would come with me. The bus was filled with compulsive gamblers like Nans over the age of sixty five. Somehow Nans managed to take the longest time getting on the bus and the longest time getting off. As the the bus driver helped her down the stairs she moaned at the top of her lungs.