I will see you in themorning."She gave me a kiss, and then went toward her apartment. I went to mine,with Yaddie bouncing behind me. (Although I am no...t sure if its "bouncing"if you never hit the ground.)Soon, I was all covered in suds, and enjoying myself, when, wouldn't youknow it, the door burst open."Yaddie!" Don't do that!" Yaddie!" This better be good." I dried off quickly, and by the time i was getting dressed, I could hearthumping."That's coming from Sarah's place." Yaddie!" Yaddie, pop. Since it is Christmas Eve they are sent to bed a little earlier than normal. Josh’s mom and stepfather still use the excuse that if they want Santa to visit they have to be asleep. Neither of the boys buys into the whole Santa Claus thing anymore, but Owen likes it. His mother and stepfather—which coincidentally is Josh’s real father—haven’t used that excuse in years. It makes him feel a little more at home than when he is at home.“So what’s the title of this one?” Owen asks.“I dunno,” Josh. Other protests formed outside the English consulates in Toronto and Montreal this Friday, with ten thousand or more students and others shouting at English staff in both cities. Some rocks have even been used to break windows, though diplomatic security forces have kept most protesters at bay.“Manpower shortages now faced by New Scotland Yard, MI5, and MI6 have presented real security issues for the New Order regime, with hastily recruited gangs or militias of regime supporters being deputized. High. Is that the right word? Shesmiled at Tim, he smiled back. EverythingThey chatted, sipping their punch. When the next slow dance came, Timoffered his hand to Bobbie. "May I have this dance?" Tim offered hishand. Smiling and nodding, Bobbie went out there silently. Weldedtogether, they slowly swayed.There is freedom withinthere is freedom withoutTry to catch a deluge in a paper cupThere's a battle aheadmany battles are lostBut you'll never see the end of the roadWhile you're travelling.