She asked me what was wrong, but even though we were always close I was too embarrassed to tell her. She persisted and I eventually told her. She sugg...ested Dad should have a look at it when we got home. I was mortified and explained there was no way I wanted to even discuss it with my dad, never mind show him. We agreed Mum would look when Dad went to the pub in the evening.Once home I retreated to my room and lay on my bed and read. Only venturing out for roast dinner. At seven o’clock my Dad. He was not going to delay in meeting with her.Kevin googled her husband’s name and came up with a number of hits. The deceased husband apparently was the chief financial officer for a large computer company and had been for a while before he retired about four years ago. No wonder he had that much money.When Kevin pulled onto a circular driveway, he was impressed by the large house on this wooded lot. He was further impressed when a lady, who said she was Christine, opened the door. She took. They were watching him work, but still hadn't acknowledged him. Fred had never given any thought to reverse racism, but now he knew what it felt like to be a black man moving into an all white neighborhood. Well screw them, he didn't need friends anyway. He'd meet some at work. Amber didn't care either. She was distrustful of blacks and would have been content to have them stay next door, but Fred wished they could have at least a casual relationship with the neighbors. Fred returned the tiller. I feel his warm breath on my face, going increasingly red in the face. The way I can switch from being confident, or nothing but putty in his hands is astounding. His coffee breath, his square front teeth, his scruffy facial hair, his thick glasses. I want to look up but I don’t want to look him in the eye. My senses are becoming overwhelmed. My face flushes an impossible red and my heart pumps so loud that I’m surprised he doesn’t mention the sound. “Want to do something fun?” he teases. One.