Bob, on the other hand, did not see it that way. “Who are you to tell me what I can or can’t say?” He was clearly riled at this challenge. ... “I’ve known this lad all his life, and his parents. They’ve lived in this village as far back as it goes. They have ancestors buried in that church yard. So have some respect.” The Landlord winked at Charles. “I’ve got relatives buried there too,” insisted Bob. “His go back to the civil war. Maybe even further,” the Landlord challenged. Up. Abigail knocked at the red painted door. A smiling black man, Abigail guessed his age between 55 and 60, answered the door.Abigail explained why she’d called and the man asked in perfect English but with a foreign accent if she wanted to pop in, he was just brewing some tea, and did she want some? Abigail instantly said ‘yes, please, that would be very kind, sir’ and followed him in. She was surprised that a black man lived here; they tended to live within their own community. She was delighted. I wanted to take my aggression out on the vegetables so I attacked them with a rage I'd never felt before and by the time I knocked off at just after 1:00 pm, I'd done our daily quota and half of the following days too!She was standing at the sink washing my dishes from the previous day and wearing an old shirt of mine, quietly I walked up behind her and slipped my arms round her waist,"Feel better now?" Mm yes darling I do" she leaned back against me and turned her face for a kiss, "Don't let. "Because we won't be there, and you need a guardian staying with you ifyou're a minor," Taylor's father said."What if I stayed at Owen's and lived with him?" Taylor asked."Trust me, it'll be for your own good," Taylor's father replied. "Oh andTaylor? Your mother and I want you to know, we accept you no matterwhat." Huh?" Taylor was confused. What the hell was his father talking about?"And even if there's something you don't want to tell us yet, weunderstand," Taylor's mother.