D."Hi" she said as I poured myself another drink, "Come and sit here" and she patted the couch beside her."This has been your retreat hasn't it, your ...scape from reality?"I'd never really thought about it like that before but she was right, it had been a retreat for me."Yes, I suppose it has been, it still is" Have I spoilt it?"I put an arm around her and she rested her head on my chest."No, no you've not spoilt it sweet Jen, all you've done is to improve it"I felt her cheek moving against my. I opened the bathroom door so quietly and tip toed across the floor of the house and then I reach my Mother's room and for some reason she had left the door wide open, it was as if she wanted to be caught.I realized how I could get a look, I stood against the wall in a position where my Mother couldn't spot me; and took of my towel.I rolled it up and took it downstairs to put in the Washing Machine, I walked upstairs trying to act casual as the loud noise grew closer as I read the top.I slowly. I wanted to make some great, inspiring thank-you speech. All I could come up with though was, “We’re sitting in my closet!” My voice came out like a hoarse whisper.Somehow I sensed that he smiled at that. “Well technically, I’m only half in your closet. It seems I’m way too big to sit in your closet, especially with you in here as well.”“Obviously I need a bigger closet,” I whispered. “I’ll have to ask my sweet big brother to build me a new one.”He chuckled, “I’ll get right on that!” His. Again, he took me to a room he had already rented. Once inside he sat down in a chair as I sat on the bed wondering what he had planned for me. ‘Well Jen, your pictures came out great,’ he said with a pleased expression. ‘I think you will like them,’ he added smiling as he handed me a folder. I opened it and began to look through the stack of pictures that were inside. I stared at each one stunned as if I hadn’t even been there when they were taken. I couldn’t believe they were of me, each one.