That was talent." I sat up and winced at the ache in my right shoulder. "Now help me up, loser."He huffed, but pulled me to my feet. "Nice shot, broth...," he said slapping me on the back. "Dang, I'm not sure you missed a shot today." He was exaggerating, but not by much. "What's up with that? Were you suddenly possessed by the spirit of Pistol Pete or something? Normally you suck."He grabbed towels from the floor and tossed one to me so I could wipe off my sweat. I just shrugged. "Nah, there's. ’ “I’m sure I don’t follow you,” Holly said. “What’s the boy’s name, Jack?” “Uh-huh.” “Jack will continue. He’ll go further if you encourage him. Perhaps I should say, if you don’t discourage him. “You think so?” “Why of course. He’s hardly in control of his raging hormones. It’s his age. It’ll be up to you to exert control.” “You’re right, Mildred. Of course you are,” Holly said. She feigned sincerity while thinking that Mildred was too old-fashioned to be expected to approve of her dallying. " I couldn't imagine just what was so important, but I quickly wrapped a towel around me and followed her.When I reached to top of the stairs I started to ask what was wrong, but she quickly pressed her hand over my mouth and told me to be quiet. She took me by the hand and led me over to the door of my brother Erick's room, who is just about ten months younger than us.She pushed the door open just a bit for us to peek through, and there on the bed was Erick holding magazine in one hand, while. The power emanating from her was of such magnitude that he staggered backwards, falling to his knees with a cry of awe and anguish. She watched him cower for a moment before, with another narrowing of her eyes, the void returned.She looked at him impatiently, "I believe I asked you a question, child."Arthur fumbled to recall the question, to form a reply, "It is no coincidence, Mistress. I came here looking for you." Do not call me 'Mistress', boy. I never claimed that title over you. As I.