I scanned the pages trying to remember his name. There it was, Jim Hill. It listed his home number and his department number and extension. I sat back...and began to form a plan in my head."Good morning, "Bill said as he entered the kitchen, dressed in jeans and a shirt. "What are you doing?" I looked up the number of a friend of my Dad's. The last time I heard he was a detective on the Phoenix police force. We have to tell someone that you're all right and what you overheard. They're the only. And she looked at me quickly and then looked back at the road and I said “I haven't” and then I said “It was Cait. She took it” and now I sounded like, and I felt like, a little girl caught eating all the candy and blaming it on her baby sister or something, and aunt Beth said “Really?” and I said “Yeah”.And then she said “That may be, but I can't blame Caitlin now can I? After all, she can't help herself. Because of you. Isn't that so?” and after a while I said “I guess so”.And then we arrived. He shook the thoughts of the two and school from his head and walked to the pantry. He pulled out a bag of his cereal and grabbed the bottles before heading up to his room. Conner grabbed his old blue backpack and threw the breakfast inside. Walking downstairs again he headed for the door. He stopped at the sound of Erica shouting at him. He turned and looked at her for a minute. Where the fuck do you think your going leech? You havent done anything at all! Mom left us a chore list like every. She got too nosy so he’s raping her." Don’t look like rape to me; she looks like she’s enjoying him a lot." Damn it, Claire, turn it off and get your sorry butt out." She didn’t move so I kicked at her but the blanket softened to blow.Claire looked over her shoulder and smiled impishly, "Are you naked under there?" she quizzed.Her question made me wary, "No."My sister stood up, grabbed the end of the blanket, ripped it off me then threw it on the floor, in half a second I was lying completely.