We throw on our shirts and I get up and open the door. ‘Hey, guys.’ They give us a funny look. Joan says, ‘So uhh, I think we’re going to head... out and go to sleep…’ What do I say?! I am frozen. Seth casually mentions, ‘Well, Lynn, if you want to stay a little longer…’ Fucking perfect! ‘Yeah, I think I’ll stay here for a little while. I’ll see you guys later, okay?’ Chloe and Joan give each other totally unsubtle looks, grab their stuff, walk out the door. The doors are thin and we can hear them. On Friday evening, with the weekend upon us, Hardy was extremely chilled. We did not work on weekends. As we sat that evening sipping our third beer, I was invited to sit next to him on the sofa.With his hand sensually massaging my shoulder, he said, “Jesus, Robbie, I cannot tell you how much you remind me of your dad.” There was a strange affection in his voice. After a pause, he continued, “Your dad and I have always had… and still, have a very special relationship.”The conversation was now. "Cynara," he shouted, but there was no answer. Running down the stairs he saw a dejected looking Finley sitting pensively in his study.Forgetting their recent fight, Charles implored his brother, "I can't find Cynara. Have you seen her?"Finley was instantly on his feet, forgetting every petty thing that had made him so angry before, the way people were wont to do in the event of an emergency. And the look on Charles's face warranted the belief that this was an emergency. Still, Finley tried to. My kid sister, now an adult, was becoming a psychotic freak with manipulative tendencies. They messed me up every chance they got. There were nights when I slept in my room, cold, because the heat had gone out and they were too cheap to buy some oil for the basement boiler. Once, my aunt did a nasty trick and cut the phone to prevent me from talking to my friends for a whole week. During that week, everybody in the house had a cell phone. Except me. Isn’t life sweet? It’s Spring 2006 now. The.