No wonder, we had left our house at like three in the morning, and of course I had been up until like twelve at least talking to my best friends. Yeah..., three hours of sleep, not a good thing.Then it hit me, it was all a dream. My parents didn't actually understand. Peter wasn't talkative and happy. He wasn't going to see Hayley. I wasn't going to feel safe in Kyle's arms as he hugged me. I felt like crying. I dug around in my bag, and pulled out a Balance Bar, the things that I ate all the. "You'll have to drive her back to Andrew's by three o'clock at the latest." Thank you, Ellen," Henry said giving her a smile. "Welcome, Mrs. Maxwell. I'm really glad that you could arrange to visit."Waving back at Josie, Ellen rode off leading the mare behind her whilst Henry led Josie up the steps to the entrance. Once inside the house Josie looked around. The entrance hall was newly redecorated and it was dominated by three large paintings. One showed a stately raven haired woman with a. But I can’t help you if you won’t let me.”Hentor had tears in his eyes as he looked at me. “Why would you do this just for me? I am nothing special, I am just a girly boy, I don’t deserve this.”Hathor grabbed his arm and shook his brother. “Who says you are not worthy, Brabden, she is dead; Menten, he is dead too. I say you are worthy, Bob says you are worthy of this chance. You took care of me since Brabden hurt me so bad I couldn’t think anymore. You even stood up to her several times and. He turned to my Mother and said, ‘I’d ask you Mrs. Fine, but I know how impolite that would be.’ ‘I’m sorry. You’re right,’ said my Father. I don’t recall ever hearing him apologize before. I’m sure it was a ploy. ‘It’s forgotten,’ said Jeff. It sounded sincere, with an edge of dismissiveness. I was awed by the performance. I had expected my Father to destroy Jeff. Instead, he was suffering the death by a thousand cuts. Jeff was late, my Father’s fault, and his rudeness to point it out..