I got a dose of that smile everyday of the week because I made sure to be in the dining hall at the same time that she ate.I looked at Samantha, and t...hen at Michelle.I had to smile. I always had to smile when I saw 'Miss Michelle Debreau'. I could not see her brown-green eyes, but I knew they would be shining with sympathy. I turned around, looked at the musicians behind me, and waved them off. I didn't need them to accompany for this.I smiled at Michelle again. She reflected it with a wide one. The room was stifling, a overwhelming mix of heavy perfumes and body odour, candle wax and wafts of food. Before any more hopeful suitors could call her Morgan made a dash for the open cool air of the large balcony. The clean night air was a welcome relief, and she breathed deeply. There were several lovers taking the opportunity to romance under the stars,Morgan moved silently away around from the candle lit area. Rounding the corner, Morgan sank back against the cold stone walls, staring up. When I was finished, I cleaned my mouth out and took a long, hard look at myself in the mirror, my bruised and swollen face peering back at me through the one eye that was still capable of opening. I looked how I felt and I quickly turned away before returning to the bedroom where PollyAnna was waiting, sitting one on each side of the bed."You okay, missy?" one of then asked in a sing song voice.I snorted. "Not really... but thank you for asking." It not nice when men beat up one, is it?" the. ." she breathed, closing her eyes. "I thought I was bisexual. My mother hated the idea, and everyone teased me for it. I was tormented for years, until I met your dad and gave up all that same-sex bullshit." My jaw fell open."I'm...I'm not LIKE you, though," I told her, wiping my tears. "I don't care what people think of me. If they don't like me..." I got beside myself. "...then FUCK them." My mom raised her hand to punish me, but stopped."Look," she said, standing up. "I don't wanna see you.