Relieved Cody watched, as Becky grew excited at finally getting it.After this things grew easier for the night and they started talking morewhile work...ng. While Becky was going over another problem, Cody asked herhow her week was. She frowned, then told him that it was the same asalways, which he took to mean terrible. "It couldn't be that bad, couldit?" Cody asked sympathetically."Worse," she said quietly, staring down at her paper. Cody felt a pang ofsadness, though he wasn't quite sure why.. “By the way, Dad doesn’t know it, but I also make sure I have a little talk with any boy Tara dates. I’m going to do the same for you when it’s time. Before you go on any date make sure I know who the guy is and where he lives. I’ll make sure he understands that if he hits you, or forces you to do anything you don’t want to do, or bad-mouths you at school, then I’ll be paying him a visit.”I didn’t know how to reply to that. I mean I always knew Dan was protective of us. I didn’t realize he. Pat and Susan argued that I should be handy to provide support and advice to Cindy if needed. April said that she felt she would have to stay with whoever was driving back. Finally, Pat and Susan stated they would not go so it had to be Cindy, Jerri and me.We made it to the airport just in time to make it through security. We didn't have any luggage, having left it with April, Pat and Susan to transport home. During the flight, Cindy described her Aunt, a couple of occasions she had stepped. Broken of course. She was sensing a theme here, all the broken things in her life meeting in one place. He prowled, looking for possible escape routes that couldn’t exist in this tiny square of a room. Checked the bathroom next, looking for windows. “Don’t trust me, Marshall?” “Would you?” “No. But then, I wouldn’t choose to be me either,” she shrugged. “There are towels in there. Don’t try to hang yourself.” She rolled her eyes./o0o\ The bathroom smelled of booze and a full can of.