“I'm really really sorry. You just don't understand.” “You're damn right I don't understand! If this happens again or if people find out that yo...u're fucking him, you're going to regret this more than you've ever imagined.” Harry had never been so angry as he watched his friend stare at the floor with nothing to say for herself.“If you say so..” she said quietly. “You're damn right! I did say so!” He tossed his Invisibility Cloak on the ground and advanced towards her, and grabbed her face in. Laurel sent Mar a message that Zara was sleeping in and that she wouldn't be over, Laurel sighed as Mar came skidding in a few minutes later "what do you mean sleeping in? she beats the sun up every morning, is she ill? did you check, maybe you should send for Natalie, never mind I'll have Marti'en check her out, has she been eating well?" Laurel grabbed Mar's paw "Mar, she is just sleeping late, I checked and she is not ill, she has no fever, she probably stayed up late watching the storm, you. And instead of diplomas at the end of it, this aisle had rings. Friends told them they were crazy to marry so young, but they had not seen the point of waiting for what they were already so sure of. They knew it was where all fairy tales eventually went&hellip, the happily ever after. After an idyllic honeymoon summer, both were ready to conquer the collegiate world. Kevin was going to study engineering and Casey was going to study fashion and design. They had planned their lives out. Unlike at Wankminster Abbey, no one was fucking. “No one’s even jerking off!” whispered Claire to Alison, amazed at the novel sight. “But look, I was right – they’re all coloureds and Asians and…”“Shhhh!” Alison signalled to Claire to be quiet. In front of the altar, on a dais, was a simple wooden coffin. And seated in the front pew, backs to the door, were Eva and Rob, talking quietly with a dark-skinned priest whom Alison presumed to be Father Ambrose. Rob was dressed in a black suit and tie..