I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Besides, it’s my turn to be nice to you.’ ‘What…? Why?’ Reina was confused to say the least. Rio was goi...g to be nice? Did he even know the meaning of the word? ‘You’re wondering why I’m gonna be nice, aren’t you? Hm? Yes you are. I can see it.’ Reina blinked, forgetting she was a captive to this man, ‘Who put crack on your cereal?’ ‘Hehe, no crack!’ Rio smiled, seemingly oblivious to everything, ‘It’s Christmas! See? See? Look outside!’ To Reina, Rio seemed. He couldn’t wait to see exactly what he could do with it.The credits started to roll, but then the screen went black, and I sat for a moment in the pitch darkness.When the lights came up, I was no longer sitting in the movie theatre. I was sitting on a park bench, watching the world go by. I looked to my left and saw Harold. It wasn’t the eighteen-year-old Harold; that version was walking down the path in front of me. The Harold to my left was the Harold I had seen at the party, complete with. “I don’t know. Maybe you should ask him,” his mother answered.“Do you think he’ll tell me?” Sean asked.His mother answered, “I’m sure that he will. He came all this way just to talk to you.”“If you’re so sure then maybe I should talk to him,” Sean said. He saved his report. It was pretty long, but at least there weren’t many references.Lily bounded into his room and asked, “Are we going to jail?”“I hope not,” Sean said rising from his desk.“I hope so. I kind of enjoy going there,” Lily. She gathered up all the elegance she could and strode downstairs. It was a long evening. Peter's wife couldn't make it, she was pregnant with their fourth baby. He was a real family man, doted on them all, and that lucky bloody wife of his. James and Lady Muck were on fine antagonistic form and it strained Rose's patience and her adherence to social etiquette to the absolute limit. Think of the promotion. The money. Be nice. "Another cocktail, Miranda?" Oh yes darling, a touch more vermouth.