The next day was a Saturday, but there was no point in letting them get too far off schedule, but it took some doing to get them put down for the nigh...t that was still some time to come.It was still light, though the sun was dipping toward the horizon, and Kirsten was wondering where her husband and Mark might be. After thinking about it for a while, she realized that they might be right up at Marks, maybe drinking beer and talking about dogs or flying, or something. Not that she was worried;. He went to put it back, and as hedid so a picture fell out from the centre pages, loosened with time.He sat down again, and carefully opened the folded page to reveal achildishly drawn picture of three people standing in front of a house. Itwas this house, he could tell that by the number 17 drawn lavishly on thedoor, and even with the pencil marks being faded he could make out hisMother and Father. Between them was a child, but it didn't look like he'ddrawn himself. Instead the figure was of a. So when You flipped on the light switch then dropped the end of my leash I simply waited and watched as You walked around turning on other lights. I must tell You, Sir, that it felt odd, and even a little wrong somehow, to suddenly be left on my own after following behind You for so long. And when You returned and without a word simply removed the belt/leash from around my neck I felt…bereft for a moment, as if I had lost my connection to You.I wanted You to say something comforting to me, to. It hurt too much. Everything she had loved about writing and singing was gone. Not just gone, she reminded herself. You threw it away. Her eyes fell on the old piano in the living room. The former tenant had left it behind, and it was a constant reminder to Emma of just what she’d lost. Tears gatheredand Emma fought them back. She tried to make herself concentrate on the positive things, as she did when she was on the verge of self-pity. You have a job. You have a place to live. You have a.