She hadn't liked the way he had taken her and in fact, when she finally told him about the rest of her night with Glen at the party she had told him t...at if he had ever treated her like that she would be gone in a heartbeat. Well, he had treated her that way and she wasn't packing her suitcases. She had not liked it one bit, well that wasn't exactly true - she had gotten into it when he took her ass - and she hoped that he would never be that way with her again, but if he did she knew that she. .. um ... looked at your pictures," I explained."My pictures," she murmured, looking away again. Then she looked at me. "They're not my pictures, Bobby. They might be of me, but they are nothing I'd want to claim."It was pretty obvious she was still down in the dumps. Of course that seemed perfectly normal. You didn't just get over something like she had been through like it was a broken fingernail. And I could imagine how hard she'd been trying to forget it, even moving away and stuff. And now. Looking at her now, she seemed peaceful and content, something I had not seen in her for a very long time. As for my own feelings, I realized that I loved her. I always had but now it was a different love, one that transcended familial bonds but was at the same time strengthened by it. I felt a need to be close with her, very close. I shuffled across the bed and spooned up to her. She stirred slightly but continued sleeping. I caressed her softly from shoulder to hip letting my hand rest there. When he caught up with some folks who were walking, he had already passed several places where the route branched.“Start for class early next time,” he told them. I’ll show you your grants on the map.”It rained the next day, but it had dried off by the day when he had his next class. He walked rather than riding Martha, but he started early enough in the dusk that that he got to school while the first students were drifting in. He came with a half dozen of the people from near him that he’d.