Then he gets back in and we head home, at last.The road’s pretty empty, and maybe I get it up a little fast, but anyhow the next thing I know there ...are those familiar flashing blue lights in my mirror. Shit, I haven’t had a ticket in forever, but I guess my winning streak has come to an end.Hugo’s been half dozing in the passenger seat, he spent most of the day in the garden and I guess he’s tired. As I slow down to pull off he sits up and looks around.“Why do we stop?” he asks, seeing that. They were pictures ofJames,except he was unconscious and tied up. In one of them, a gun was pointed tohis head. In another, a cruel looking Scooter held a chainsaw above his bodywith Taylor posing with another one of his smirks. They were too much."Where is he?!?!" she demanded."If you play nice, he'll be safe," said Taylor."I'll go to the bank ..." she started to say"No," said the old man. "That's not what we want." He put his hand up,touching her cheek. She reflexively flinched back. Upset,. At this time, I presented the idea that maybe she could stay the night with me at my dad’s house, and I could take her home in the morning. We made up a cover story to tell her mom, telling her that Shannon was going to stay the night at a girlfriend’s house. After all was cleared, we dropped my car off at my mother’s house and started walking with our food to my dad’s house. As we were walking, we spotted a picnic table, where we could sit down, eat, and talk. We talked for a long time, and I. I shall now cease to write of her as Mrs.Grace because on my fifteenth birthday she said, “I think its time you called me Catherine.” This was an surprising honour since my parents were still the only people in the street who called her by that name. To be allowed at fifteen to use that intimate name was to change something in our relationship. In fact, something had begun to change before the matter of her name. Because of the confusion I was passing through, it is hard to express the exact.