” she said, and fell quiet. “Yeah, I guess I have, and I’m sorry about that, too, I wasn’t being fair to you.”“Was it about what I said at...your birthday, about us?” I asked.“Initially, yeah, and I should have accepted your apology,” she said. “But then it got complicated.”“Complicated?” I asked.“Yeah. Look, I’m not sure how to say this, and it’s going to piss you off, but you wanted to know. Right at the time when Cathy was telling me that she felt you were ignoring her, and how she decided. I'm Michael." I stuttered.She raised an eyebrow. "I see... You can call me Ms. Hallewell." She said, raising her hand.I took it, shaking her hand. I didn't want to disrespect her. Don't want her casting a spell on me or something... I thought amusedly to myself.Ms. Hallewell removed her hand from mine and started walking back down the aisle. Realizing I should be following, I fell into step behind her. She made her way to the counter, which was in the back of the store, and walked behind it. I. She's probably been evicted but rarely has a chance to think about where her things might have ended up. There is round-the-clock work to be done. Even on weekends she's either the prize of some raffle or tied up in one of the managers' basement getting her holes plowed by various instruments. Any spare minute she has is spent online looking for another job. No one is replying to her applications though. Is Marianne giving her bad references?That ogre is all about efficiency now. Inter-officer. I was having a dream about my sister coming into my room and waking me up and talking to me. I was just enjoying the dream when I felt someone waking me up slowly. “Zack, wake up, Zack, wake up please” I heard the pleading voice of Jennifer. I turned and saw she was in her loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of pink panties. “What is it” I said half asleep. “I am still scared from last night’s movie can I sleep here with you” She said with a scared tone in her voice. I opened the bed and she.