Agh, I think disgustedly. Shut up would you, it's five o'clock in the morning. I wish I were working so I wouldn't have these bloody exams to worry ab...out. No one can think or function this early. And it has to be a winter morning as well. Damn it.I roll out of bed, my light red-blonde hair sticking up at all angles. My exam started at seven o'clock. And being a woman, it took me half an hour to shower, and AT LEAST twenty minutes to fix my hair. My eyes flutter open, gluey with sleep crystals. ‘Where did you go?’ Brent asked, ‘Looked like you were in another world.’ ‘I was, but I’m back…I’ll put this in the oven. She slipped on two gigantic oven mitts that were shaped like fish. ‘Grab the wine and I’ll meet you in the living room.’ Lydia said while getting blasted by the heat escaping from the oven.’ Brent and Sybil gathered up the glasses and the bottles and walked into the candle lit living room. Sybil had forgotten how much Lydia loved candles. The room was dotted with photographs. One vice that Helen did not possess was the inability to laugh at herself.Troy, on the other hand, feared the world learning about their ability, and Helen knew how he felt about it too much to allow it to happen. Almost a year ago, an enemy of Helen’s had learned the truth about her power and dragged the Equals and Susan into their private war. She’d prevented him from revealing her secret to the world, but her relationship with Troy & Julie was exposed to the public.Helen had been able to. I run the show. I say; he obey(grammatically wrong but sounds better). I'm not depriving him ofanything. "Need a new lawnmower? Sure, go buy one." Indeed, I trust himmore now because he so devotedly complies with my directions and soimmediately fulfills my most insignificant request. "I'll make it worthyour while if you lose another 10 pounds the next two weeks." I'dforget about that throwaway line and, two weeks later, he'd remind me,by showing me the reading on the bathroom scale. He'd do.