‘I’d be happier if I gave you a ride and you didn’t have to worry about the weather… or anything. And I promise, Father won’t be wearing a t...ie.’ ‘Well, if it makes you happier, then I’ll gratefully accept. Thank you.’ ‘See you Thursday,’ she said. If there’s such a thing as a smile in someone’s voice, I heard it in hers. ‘You’re not nervous, are you?’ she asked as we rode to her home Thursday afternoon. She was wearing a leather jacket that covered a very nice pale yellow sweater and chocolate. .." he hissed at me."Do you think the old man is going to worry about fifty mill.....that'spin money," he sneered."You may want to read the last few pages," I suggested.When he read the evidence of the company shares the colour drained fromhis face. He grabbed me by the arm and hauled me into his office. Ithought he was going to beat me up and realised I would not have stood achance!"Okay fag boy how much do you want!" he demanded."First you can stop calling me fag boy," I demanded back.The. I got lucky with the room I got. All I had to do was open the sliding doors and I was at the pool. It was very quiet outside. I was glad that nobody was out. I was hoping this would make Kim not want to stay long. I was wishful thinking because when she showed up she had her friend Beth with her. Beth and I used to be really good friends until I left town and she started hanging out with Kim. You could even say that Beth and I had somewhat of a relationship years ago back in high school. Of. She was THE smartest person I ever knew, and the bravest, and kindest, and...I boiled all that stuff that just ran through my head down to, "She -- uh -- commanded respect, I guess." No argument there," Mrs. Devers mused."She wasn't showy about it or anything. D'ya think she knew?" Knew what?" Mrs. Devers was turning her pencil end over end in her fingers."How -- uh -- scary she was -- is? -- could be?"No. Not scary, impressive," I fumbled. "I mean, she wasn't arrogant or anything. She was --.