Why I would feel any different now I didn't know. Sure, Mom and Dad were treating me nice, even lovingly, but that didn't mean they would give me anyt...hing other than clothes. So, the slight elation I had felt for that possibility faded and my eagerness for an argument replaced it. Then I remembered that I hadn't gone shopping for them at all. That sobered me up some. Could I actually be so upset with them and stoop below their level? No.I looked over at Yvonne and Chloe. It was obvious they. “I didn't know we were… I thought this was…”“A European fling?”“Not that I wanted it to be. Where do you want to go?”“Wherever you are.”Abbey stopped rubbing. “The Bay Area. I have a series of interviews lined up out there. But I thought you were bound to Cambridge for law school.”“I got dinged.”“I'm sorry.”“I've got a few months, then I'll apply again. I could rewrite my essays in Northern California while I stump for a state senator.”She resumed her rubs. “Then that's what we'll do.. ” He tried to kiss her but she turned away from him. He didn’t realize that she had grabbed a book and with one fell swoop, clobbered him on the back of the head. “Hey! that hurt!” “It was supposed to hurt!” she yelled. He wanted to reach for his head to see if there was a bump but he was afraid to let go. He tried to wrestle her arms to her side but she was a strong little vixen and fought his attempt. They kept on jostling and fell to the floor. They were side by side and he managed to gain. ‘But it doesn’t have to be like that’, she said. ‘He can give her his whole heart, he just doesn’t want to, out of some…misguided guilt or something.’ We looked at each other, and for a brief moment, I held my hand in hers. She smiled at me just for a second, but the smile faded when I rose up from the couch. ‘Well, I’m off to bed’, I said as I got up, but Karla held my arm. ‘Wait’, she said, pulling me back down to the couch. She looked at me with those intense eyes of hers, those same eyes.