They're very polite and friendly to her, of course, but even folk 20 years younger than her refer to her as "Mrs Tregowan from London." (She's never e...ntirely lost her East End accent.)It was always Gran I turned to whenever I had one of my frequent rows with my parents, or whenever I was worried about something. I remember when a friend and I decided to go Goth, and I dyed my chestnut hair black and painted my face deathly white. My father shouted at me the moment he saw me, and my mother went. When you were up in that tree would you have stood out in a pic? OH!’ Alex resettled himself on his horses’ saddle as Brain and Michelle shook their heads yes. ‘And uh could people keep this quite but I’m needing some help on a school paper.’ Brian offered a sympathetic smile, ‘I may be a asshole but if I can help and I’m asked, I’ll do what I can.’ The offer to help was seconded by several others who asked what he needed help on. ‘Well its on the Tienanmen Square massacre but I’m having a. And then nothing."I'm gonna' read for a bit before I go to sleep. See you in the morning." I called to the door."Okay, Dad."Wow, a reply. That never happened. That rarely happened. That only happened when he was subconsiously filling an uncomfortable void. Something's up, I thought walking into my room. Glancing at the drawer, I noticed it was ajar about a half inch. It was closed tightly when I'd pushed it in earlier.Still couldn't wrap my head around the book as I began reading in bed. I was moving.While he got snacks ready I did an end run around him by simply going out to the back porch, where the hot tub was, uncovering it, turning on the bubbles, stripping bare and getting in. It was aleady warm, because Dad has this thing about it being cheaper to keep the water warm than heat it up when it's cold.Our hot tub was big. I mean huge. It would hold nine people sitting shoulder to shoulder and it was three feet deep in the middle. It was heated, like I said, and had something.