. she refrained from picking Dub up the next week too.Bob, showing that he was wiser than he acted, stayed out an additional week, and then showed up ...at full strength, and raring to go. It seemed like she had more freedom, even though her work load didn't really change that much. Holly had postponed as many appointments as she could to work around Bob being gone. Two more weeks went by with her going on what amounted to auto pilot. Eventually, the more or less constant knot in her gut morphed. 'Good Morning' morphing into who, what, why, when, where, how, so that my monosyllabic yes and no were rendered redundant.I relented. Allowing my brittle shell to splinter, accepting that she just might be allowed a small place in my world. And then she said it:"I watch you." I watch you watching them."I fled, scarlet shame burning my face. Found sanctuary in my home, hid behind bricks and mortar, safe and concealed behind my paned glass windows.She watched.She watched me.She watched me as I. I heard a voice. Hey you! There it is again. Boy, listen! Voices in my head&hellip, Am I just hearing things&hellip,? I thought. No, youre not. Listen, kiss the pendant and place it on the ground. The Voice gave me instructions Who are you? I questioned the voice. If you want to find out, do as I say. Why should I trust you? I asked. Because I know your father The voice spoke. What the fuck? Dont give me that shit. He did say you had a oddly sharp tongue at times… The fuck are you on? Or. Kate’s uncle suddenly walked in the store with a box full of new items.“Damn it, Kate, you look like a fucking whore with your shirt like that! I’m not running a porn shop you know!” Her uncle scorned.Kate rolled her eyes as she reluctantly buttoned her shirt. “Sorry, Uncle John. Was I not closing tonight?” Kate asked as she looked through the box.“Well, I had someone drop this by me today while I was out and didn’t want to lug it home… some weirdo with a cobra tattoo.” John snarled. Kate’s.