He was wearing a leather watch on his left hand and was carrying an iPhone in his right hand. He was wearing specs too and was having semi-white hair ...nd a trimmed beard.He was wearing Nike sports shoes. He came and did a handshake with both of us and settled down. He introduced himself to mom as Shashank. My mom told her name, Sumona.Now we started chit-chatting and we ordered a beer for us guys and breezer for my mom. It seemed quite comfortable for my mom to get along with Shashank as I. I've laid out some clothes for you to wear and some jewellery. We'll go upstairs now and get you dressed."Hecate found her limbs were a little stiff, but they soon eased up. Katie, who had left on the chains holding her hands, led her upstairs. Hecate still had mixed feelings about this, though getting close to Katie in the flesh had always been one of her dreams. Not quite what she had in mind though!Katie had been rummaging through Hecate's wardrobe, and when Hecate saw what she had selected. He became physically less energetic during the day. Coming to rest more quickly, often content to sit perfectly still and reflective for hours at a time. He was the complete opposite once he was asleep. His dreams were filled with flashes of thought, glimpses of ideas, motes of theory and islands of unexplained images. In his dreams he chased these things far more physically than he did while awake. It was almost becoming a danger to sleep in the same bed with him.All I could do was offer him. “Are you gonna tell Mom about this?” Braden asked without looking up.“Of course not,” Mack replied, surprised the boy would think he’d do such a thing. “Why would you even think that?”“Cuz you think I’m fucked up now?”“But I don’t think that. Not at all.”“Really?”“I promise,” Mack said, putting his hand on the boy’s knee.Braden uttered a barely perceptible whimper at the touch of his stepfather’s large hand. That’s when the teen finally locked eyes with Mack and a vague, mutual understanding.