But that’s another story for another time.”Brookpark, Ohio. 1970. Another time.Saturday afternoon.I was watching TV in my bedroom. I saw rapid mov...ement in the hallway outside my door. The old man had flashed by and into my parent’s bedroom. The old man never moved fast. Ever.“Uh, oh.”The night before I’d gotten the old man’s shotgun out of their bedroom, loaded it, stuck it out the side door, and blasted it into the night toward the backyard. My parents had gone out for the evening. My older. ”My stomach sank and my heart raced in my chest. “Okaaaay,” I uncertainly.“It was something that I just needed to do to proceed in good conscious, considering everything your mother and I have shared up to this point and what you guys have asked me to do.”There was a long pause.“We had a long, deep discussion about the whole thing,” he continued, “and your mother is in full agreement that this would be the greatest gift that we could give you and Erika ... no reservations.”My voice cracked as I. Once I played it through from start to finish, and everyone agreed - this was as good as any we’ve done yet - I copied the entire scene and locked both copies so they could not be recorded over.“Once we have all our scenes recorded and edited, I’ll combine them into our video and we’ll do a final edit, with everyone here to help catch anything I may have missed.”Mom told us, “Since we’ve spent so much time with this - Jess, Alex and I have made some bedtime snacks. Tomorrow after school and. The night of the Yule Ball was upon us I was finally greeted by Victor dressed in his traditional house dress robes I saw the other students watch in amazement as they saw Victor walk me down the hall the look on Harry and Ron’s faces were priceless.The night was going like a romantic fairy tale Victor was being all romantic to me kissing my hand as he leaves to get us drinks the way he lead on the dancefloor even the way he locked arms with me as he escorts me around the ball was enough to.