.."I had compartmentalized my memories of Jackie. It wasn't that I planned it. Thoughts of my sister were torn from me, everything about Jackie which ...reminded me of her loss wrapped tightly and buried. I think I was defending myself, refusing to deal with the grief. The more time passed, the less often I felt the memories trying to surface, to the point where I'd grown an opaque shell around those memories. My sister had been lost in my past. I forgot what we did, forgot how she'd taught me. Just big enough for a full sized bed and had a smaller closet on the side. Patience had the place decorated like a Turkish den, full of a riot of rich, dark, color and pattern, mostly gold, browns, reds and bright blues. The walls of this dark little womb were a rich chocolate which made the space seem even smaller than it was and the ten foot ceiling was brought to a manageable 7 feet by a dark canopy of cloth that let in just enough light from above to make it possible to see into the. But I got lucky this summer. Now that school was out I got to stay home alone, which was perfect because my dad hired some painters to come paint the outside of the house. One of the guys was the owner’s son who was in town for the summer after his semester at college ended. He was a hot white guy who was super ripped, I know because sometimes he would wear a tank top when it got real hot outside. That caught my attention immediately. Once I found that out I started to read outside under the. We waited a couple of minutes to be seated, we were put on a table with 8 seats, Riley sat at one end on the side and motioned for me to set next to her, Izzy took the seat to my right, mum sat across from Riley, Gene sat across from me, Tiffany sat opposite a very unhappy Izzy and an upset Ashley got stuck between Izzy and Tiffany, at that moment I knew it was gonna be a long night.Tiffany imeadiatly sensed something wrong with Ashley and started digging into her as she did with me a week ago,.