"We could do that too." I like the way this man thinks.We head back to our cottage. Maybe we are a little more cuddly than really necessary but I have...not seen these two in weeks and they have missed me just a much. So we get a lot of raised eyebrows and hacking, and some out right laughs, but no one seems to care much other then we are something of a spectacle.Nimrod mutters something about his dignity will be shot for all our antics but he is not willing to let go of my waist any more than. Bing...." The bell signaled for my next class."FUCK!" I hissed, my hands quickly pulling up my bra as Savannah pushed down my skirt."I'll write you a note..." I said absently as my mind tried to shift gears."No need..." Savannah said, almost sprinting toward my desk.At first, I thought she planned to grab a pass from my desk. The thing must have been constructed during the Truman administration. It weighed too much to even slide across the classroom, which was truthfully why I had left the. She made tea again.“What about the Mayoral Ball?”“There are more important things to deal with. Like looking after you.” We sat and talked about anything, everything except Clemency. We talked about the library, her job as a councillor, her family, my family, the weather. We rambled until later, she took me to bed.“Don’t be afraid to go to sleep. I’m here and I won't leave you.” We lay on our sides, facing each other, our mouths close. “Maybe it’s just nightmares.”“But what about the cards, the. He’s screwing around, trying to hurt you both. Can’t you see that? Not to mention, I think your relationship with your sister is going to suffer for a long time. Her face ... God, I can’t get over it. I can’t.”“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say.”“Well, how are you going to fix it?”Someone knocked on my door. I looked through the peephole and saw Patrick standing on the other side, holding a take-out bag and looking tired.“What do you suggest I do?” I let Patrick in and gave him a small.