89 Doors Part 1 Cerise Shanliea would ride her blue bicycle down to the beach shore where a little Cafe was sitting. Le Cafe was the best in town when you have a famous mother. My mother was a famous editor under the pen name Narrative Narrator. Only the owner of Le Cafe knows who she is. My father is missing. He has been for 23 years. He was a computer specialist at Bill Gates household. Me and Mother live in a 3 story house. 2 floors up ground and 1 huge laboratory down stairs. We live right down the street from Le Cafe. I rode my bike down the street to Le Cafe with my laptop and notebook in the basket everyday to work on the story that one day would become famous. She always read it to her favorite waiter. Serge LaDelecoura. She was the only person in the world that would take care of me. She snuck the cinnamon rolls to me. I was ready to read it to her when my phone rang. "Yes?" My mother was going to take me to Manhattan to see my cousins. We were in Paris how would we make it there.What was I supposed to say? I was just offered a deal. I have a major breakthrough.I am on the climax of this story! And I have to leave. What was I going to say?