I knew I should not try to think about why I was doing this and let instinct take over. Nevertheless, while we were safe I tried to see what it was we... were hiding from? I tried to relax and then closed my eyes, and there it was. Just for a second I got a flash of the image that was warning me to hide. "It's the other Terrence Street Boy, the one that wasn't with us that night. I did wonder about the third one. He is coming down the road; I think he is looking for us." Even though I had said, I. Kind of socialized with the calmer people up there.” She seemed to buy it, despite my terrible delivery. “It wasn't much fun.”“Ok. This is my house here, so bye I guess.”“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” I keep walking down the street. I'll just loop around the block and head home that way. That didn't accomplish much, but it's a start.****I walk into my house and am immediately smacked in the face my a horrendous smell. A familiar smell. I sigh as I realize my sister is smoking weed, again. In the. To date we had met a number of times and she had reconstructed my resume and given me her ‘pearls of wisdom’ regarding interview technique. At out last meeting I had asked for a break from our regular meeting schedule she had devised; I was starting to feel she was just a well paid word bank and wasting my time. “I am still looking for work, to cut to the chase.” “Oh…still no luck. That’s a shame.” The attempt at empathy sounded well practiced and shallow. “How about we catch up and review. Brandy’s mom was not really too computer literate so after she gave up she tasked me to pick one out. We passed a couple good deals in the other isles so I led the way as she followed. I picked out a mid-range computer, at this time CRT monitors were still strong and the flat panels were out but still a little expensive. Brandy’s mom chose to get the LCD monitor and didn’t seem to mind paying a little extra for it. We took it up to the counter to pay for it and as we did the clerk asked if she.