"I understand...." Rita was thongs shivering from the cold thongs rain. Jane hugged her closer. Rita slowly cried in Jane's thongs arms, her fiery red thongs hair mingling with Jane's brown. They sat there for a few thongs moments, Rita just crying and Jane rocking her gently as she dried thongs out. Ben returned with three thongs mugs. "An old thongs family secret. Warms the heart, soothes the thongs soul and clears the sinuses." Ben sat down next the girls on the dark blue thongs comforter and handed them their thongs drinks. "What is it?" asked Jane quietly.