Her parents were so poor, there would be days where she hardly had anything to eat. This was sad and challenging, but the true hell of her existence s...arted early in high school. She had just gotten home from a day at school, when she heard her father shouting for her to come to their den. He wasn’t alone, there was another man Alexandra hadn’t recognized. The stranger had beckoned her over and, at an urging look from her father, she relented and came to stand beside him. The stranger was tall. For your sake, I hope the Blight will be over soon. Would you permit me to ask Anders if he knows anything to combat nightmares? You need to sleep sometimes, Duncan."He sighed, rubbing his face again, then finally nodded. "I'll come."Anders, unsurprisingly, knew quite a bit about nightmares and other sleep problems, and promised to make a potion to allow Duncan to sleep deeply without dreaming. We had purchased supplies for healing potions and poultices before we left Orzammar, so apparently. The walls were painted in soft pinks andlilacs with beige carpet or with floral wall paper and hardwood flooring.The furniture was delicate with plush upholstery and lace doilies. Thehouse reeked of flowers and sweet perfume. Porcelain figurines andcrystal knick-knacks lined the shelves. The only thing remotelymasculine was a placard on the wall that said something about thirtyyears of service from some nut house. He was led into one of the guestrooms."This is the room Gracie's girls used. ”Nicky propped herself up on one elbow. “Now I think about it, I’m not sure either. Just that it seems a good thing; it sorts things out. When you say you forgive, both of you feel better. What did you decide?”“No, you first.” I said, smiling. She grimaced.“Well, if I forgave someone, I’d stop being angry with them. I’d let my anger go. Start afresh as if what they did hadn’t happened.”“D’you mean you’d forget what they’d done? Or just pretend it hadn’t happened?”She thought for a moment. Then.