Did you make out a list?”Mel handed over a scrap of paper. Her handwriting was surprisingly neat and easy to read.“Mum makes school uniform a prio...ity so my schoolwear is mostly okay. Everything else is pretty bad though,” she said, indicating the well-worn t-shirt and denim skirt she was wearing.I quickly scanned the list. It was pretty much what I expected and wouldn’t break the bank at a budget clothes shop. I nodded approvingly.A particularly loud crackle reminded me of the bacon cooking. I. I am taking you this night to ...Cyprus.... to give you both renewals in me.'Melissa bowed her head, and recalling the Homeric hymn, Melissa sang to Aphrodite.'Demure and lovely Aphrodite, crowned in gold,I praise, who holds the battlements of Cyprus, seagirt, where the humid blowing breath of Zephyrus propelled Her o'er the tumbling rumbling ocean waves...Hail, Thou sweetly winning one, with fluttering eyes; and give victory to me.Enhance my song.For I remember thee and yet another song'.‘Just. It would have made it difficult for me to look through the big bushes. The other had a couple of recycling bins in the front garden. I could use them to hide behind. When I was certain no one was looking, I went into the garden, crouching behind the large bins. I checked the house behind me, which I was intruding, making sure the owners didn’t see me. The last thing I needed was someone calling the police. How do you explain yourself? When you get caught trespassing in someone’s garden at two. Forget about it..where were we...so you like me calling you a slut? Huh you filthy whore! Look at your sloppy cunt...” came his father's voice...but strangely raspy and he was panting. Rory stepped back. He did not know many of the words his father used. But it seemed like he was really angry with his mother. But why was he kind of whispering then? Whenever he was angry at other times, he yelled hard. His mother was now saying, “oh god damn yesss....I am such a whore....give me more cocks,.