" I put my hand up quickly to cut him off."It doesn't matter. I love you too, Corbin. I will always will. But I can't do it again. Ever." He hung his ...ead, hearing finality in my voice."You've made up you're mind. I realize it, and I'm sorry." he said solemnly. "I know I messed up, too much to let go. But I had to try."I sighed and placed a hand on his leg, against my better judgment. I could see that in his eyes that he was truly sorry, but that didn't matter. He had been sorry all the. I turned away embarassed but her reaction comforted me. She was angry and provided she was a little drunk, her voice actually had a tone of exitement in it. "Its normal at your age", she told me. "It just shouldnt appear when around me my lovely boy". She began to speculate about all the fun I would have in the future years and the good times she had previously had. Of course she was careful not to go into too much detail yet the way she described fun with that glow in her eye made me hungry. You’re my responsibility.”That last sentence was a weight on my shoulders and a weight off of my heart. I couldn’t stop smiling and Suzi wasn’t pleased about that.“Seriously?” Hannah spun on her stool. “That’s what that means? I hoped we were fucksluts.”“Fucksluts?” Suzi grimaced. “That’s redundant. All sluts fu--”“Hope?” My sister beamed. She had shut Suzi up by squeezing thigh meat.“Assumed, I guess.” Hannah shrugged.“We are not his sluts.” Connie explained. “Right, Renée?”“I’m a one-man. "I could feel myself blushing again.---Lunch was pretty basic. Mrs. Prescott had made grilled cheese sandwichesand tomato soup. Even so, it was good food. She was nearly as good acook as Mom.Anna insisted on sitting next to me, and I was very happy that she wasfeeling well enough to sit at the table. She really was a great girl.The conversation started off light. Mr. Prescott filled Anna and Juliein on what happened at church. But it wasn't long before the discussionturned toward me."So,.