Moments later, Xander's face popped up next to the open living room door."Thanks again so much!" he said. "I'll leave you to whatever you were doing, ...then." Wait," I said. "You still can't go in, right? Do you want a cup of coffee? I could use one myself."Xander hesitated for a moment. I was sort of friendly with his wife, but Xander and I had never really spoken to each other, besides the occasional Hi, how are you in the hallway. I had to give him one more nudge, so I stood up and walked to. She was so mean to him. Brock too, but she treated him awfully. I HAVE to! If you don’t realize how much of a little idiot he is… But Misty already knew in every fiber of her being that Ash was smarter than all of them. A little slow at first, maybe. And he never showed it. But Misty knew. She had seen him those few times when he was alone, the times that the spark of intelligence glistened in his eyes, a fierce spark of genius. And then she had heard him talk to himself, had seen him in. Then she had met Lee. She had debated a long time before deciding to attend the Christmas Party. She knew from long experience that someone would get drunk, someone would make a scene, and someone she would want to avoid would try to maneuver her under the mistletoe or into an unoccupied office. She thought of just skipping the whole thing. She thought of asking her ex to go with her. She ended up donning her little black dress and going solo.The whole evening was pretty much as she expected. . ?"Terri shook her head, disbelievingly. "Yeah, right ... OUT!"As the 15-year-old tromped past and out the door, Theresa thought about how she and her sister were so dissimilar. Theresa, bespectacled and brown haired, liked reading and quiet nights at home, while Penny, blonde and leggy, couldn't wait until she could start dating a few months from now at age 16, and would probably never be home on any given night once she obtained that freedom. The two girls just didn't get along, and the fact.