Then I blew out the lamp. There was no sense wasting oil.The third disc tought me how to modify a clear sapphire to see long distances, short distance..., microscopic sizes and through materials. My head hurt after that one. I took a warm relaxing bath and fell asleep in the tub. I woke up wrinkled as a prune but happy that I had shaken that killer headache. I made some oat meal and had 'breakfast'. I then fashioned a curved clear sapphire and converted it to a viewing visor that I could wear. Naturally I never went to the funeral, although I may get round to pissing on his gravestone one of these days. The will was a surprise. Obviously me and my sister got nothing. Mom got the house and a very small pension. The business and his obscene pile of cash in the bank went to... a secret 'second' family. Yes, the bastard was cheating on Mom for years.Still, at least it meant we didn't have to sneak around to meet any more, and I started to visit the house quite a bit. I was worried. I grab my robe off the chair next to us and pull it on quickly. I throw the duvet at him to cover him and tie a quick knot in the robe string. I walk out of my room and shut the door behind me. "Lara, what're you doing here?" I ask, shocked and quite embarrassed. She turns around, a huge grin on her face. "You seemed upset earlier, so I thought I'd bring some alcohol and horror movies... I just used my key to get in, I didn't know you had a guest, I'm sorry," she says and laughs softly, "How. Sure, they hadn’t known each other long; but she’d pulled him out of his shell, and had been the first person he’d connected with since he’d gotten back to the States. Before her, everything had been superficial.He hadn’t realized he’d missed it, to be honest. He’d developed callouses over his feelings, to the point where he’d almost forgotten what they were like. Whitaker had broken through that hard exterior, reminded him what it was like to feel something again. Now that he was reminded of.