They stopped at the traffic lights, and aunt looked at her niece. - Are you all right, baby? Deborah squeezed out of myself lingering smile. - Do not worry, I will survive. Aunt Greta nodded sympathetically. - Oh sure. But my heart breaks when I look at you. Green came on, and they went back. Deborah knew that Aunt sincerely worried about her, but did not know what to soothe tender-hearted cousin. Perhaps a break with Debbie Bradley forced to seek a meeting with this lousy Davis, thought, in turn, Aunt Greta. The poor girl used every chance, but the result was zero. Even worse. However, Aunt Greta said nothing. She just closed this topic. More Bill Davis's name was not mentioned.