As soon as she entered his apartment, she knew he wasn’t alone. There was the smell of a pipe. Steven didn’t smoke and she wondered who did. Maybe...he was there with his adopted father or maybe he was there with one of his college professors. ‘Did I come at a bad time? I’m sorry that I barged in on you like this but I was at the bar and…’ ‘The bar? The same bar we were at last week?’ ‘No a different one,’ she said. ‘Boston has so many bars.’ ‘Come, I’d like you to meet my father,’ he said ready. Brenda had not thought to show Angel how to bring up sleep enhancing background sounds of rain on the roof, surf, or the myriad of other recordings that would fill the sound void if she wished.Although tired and sleepy, it took a little while for her to drift off, then an hour later, she awoke with a start from a confusing dream that she could barely remember. She tossed and turned for a little while before getting up. Remembering the small refrigerator in the sitting room, she went to. I was happy to see that, when I broke the stasis caused by years of the habit of subservience, they all moved to defend themselves.Janet and Joe were doing an excellent job of stalling the sheriff and his posse, so the members of the wagon train had sufficient time to get the stock inside the wall of wagons and otherwise complete their defensive preparations. We were all waiting for the sheriff to run out of patience and draw his gun. That would be his last act before he died. As if it would. I couldn’t quite figure out what her objective was with me. The kiss last night, though not overly passionate, wasn’t a friendly peck on the cheek either. I thought odds were good that she at least had a crush on me, and I was becoming more and more enamored with her as well.But the question of her age still hung over my head. Was she underage? If so, was my fascination with her based on a “forbidden fruit” kind of thing -- I wanted her, but couldn’t have her? As enticing as she was, I.