I looked up, losing the will to try and keep the teacher persona going."So, why did I give you a detention again?" She huffed, sensing my lack of real... interest and turned to walk back to her desk. She sat down flicked a stray hair from her eye line and said, "I had an argument with my boyf-" She stopped mid-sentence, looking down glumly as she corrected herself, "Ex-boyfriend had an argument." Typical. I cursed myself under my breath. As usual I hadn't payed attention to what had been happening. Darcy, the teacher and the oldest of the group, took the grandfathers clock that had been my father’s. I think they each took something so that I wouldn’t feel bad. I had a yard sale every other week, over the summer, and finally had a wholesale, used furniture broker come in and make me a bid on what was left. It was sad to see my whole life gone, with so little fanfare. I was a little depressed and a little pissed. I wasn’t mad at my kids, because they were doing the right thing. I was mad at. You look great. Quite pretty.” Whatever Tara had put on my lips had really made them plump up. Even before she applied lipstick and a high gloss I could tell they were much fuller. I was getting excited to see how I looked. Tara brushed out my hair and said she was finished. “Are you ready to see yourself, Hon?” “Yes.” “Why don’t you get dressed first so you can see the full effect?” Tara led me to a back room where the women had placed my dress and bag. Someone had covered up the only mirror. "What are you talking about?" Kiyone finally had to ask."Ashwhibe is my brother." The Tanzuru stated firmly to which Kiyone found she could only stare blankly back at the man. While her mind did a complete roll."What do you suppose are the odds... ?" Her brain reasoned after a slight 'hiccup'. Finally moving passed the dead spot the minor revelation had caused."You know?" She then said wryly, unable to suppress 'the smirk'. "There is a certain family resemblance." I thank you!" He nodded,.