He flipped off his computer screen, and made sure his door was open. Jumping into his own closet, he waited to hear them pass by his room. He had left...his door open so that his mother would see his room was empty, as well as being quiet when he left to spy on them."What are you doing?" He heard his mom's voice outside his room, and thought he was busted. He scrunched his eyes closed, trying to come up with some sort of excuse that would explain why he was hiding in his closet at lunchtime, when. I hope I am describing a neighborhood in which nearly all of us became really close friends.We baby sat for each other, we helped with home improvement projects and if someone was away on vacation their lawn got mowed.If one of the mothers was sick the other mothers kept the kids.A lot of the women met for a coffee break each week day morning, but gossip was not allowed. They did talk about their husbands some though. Some times a story was told of some foolish thing one of the men had done and. Andrew kicked off his own shoes and joined her.“Uhh...” Andrew looked at her in confusion.Jessica smiled patiently. “Just like on your picnic. You’ve had your lunch and now the two of you are sitting next to each other on the blanket. What do you do next?”“Uh, kiss her?”“That’s probably a good start.” She puckered up her lips and looked at him with amusement.“Oh, yeah, okay, Mom.” Andrew puckered up as well and leaned over, to give her a somewhat chaste kiss.Jessica laughed again. “Tracy,. The firedancers had found me!The woman, Nightbreeze, rose at once when she saw the fear in my eyes. As I grabbed at her she grabbed at the bucket of water. Then, as the door in matter of seconds went from dry wood into a blazing inferno that roared and unnaturally flung a vicious fire tongue at the bed where we had just been sitting, we lay soaking wet in the farthest corner. Which I could tell by the intense burning pain in my face and throat was not far away at all.I understood at once that.