I hadn't ever really told myself that. But I was trying tohard to impress him. Desperate little needy white boi. "And it'sbecause of you. You did t...his to me, Daddy. You made me recognize.. Mademe know what a faggot I am." And it all sounded so fucking true. Asinking feeling in my belly as my heart raced. I had somehow punchedmyself in the tummy, saying all that truth outloud."Fuckin' right. Daddy's little pussygirl. Been stealing them from yourmommy, white boi?" he asked.He knew. ‘It probably saved my grade in that class.’ With another glance at the doorway, she sighed and said, ‘In fact, yours is the highest grade I’ve gotten this year. I’m really struggling to have time to study. I’m working two jobs and falling behind on bills. I know you say fear is just a chemical reaction, but I’m having a lot of those chemical reactions these days.’ She paused but didn’t look at me. It was clear she had more to say. ‘And you once said that if I need help with anything to not. Here we are, at the homestead."My daughter was in better spirits as we all walked into the house, everybody carrying a suitcase."Dad, this place has never lost its charm, did it?" With three generations living in it again, it can only be better than it was," Dani said.I opened the door to Elle's bedroom, and we all put the suitcases down. Elle walked after Dani to see her old room, and enjoyed what her daughter had done to it. I came up behind Elle, wrapping my arms around her waist and said,. “How did you come by this name to give to our fine friend?”As the gypsy, the dragonslayer, and the donkey walked together down the long road, Selah began her story.ONCE UPON A TIME, at the beginning as stories go, there lived a great bricklayer named Xandros. Xandros was a fine craftsman and was in great demand throughout the land in which he lived. People said that the houses he built were built to last forever. The walls he made would never come down. People wanted him to build them houses..