Not knowingthat maybe I should give Bobby a little time or space, I blurt out, in apouty sort of way, "What are you doing tonight?"Suddenly the aggres...or, I feel like I just put him on the spot. "That'swhat I was thinking." Was Bobby's reply. It's not what I had expected atall. Having already come up with a plan for this situation I answerwithout pause. "My Mom will be asleep by 9. I'll have my brothers in bedby that time too. My brother won't be home till the early morning hours.Wanna come. It was over, and the end must also signify a new beginning, but a beginning where? A beginning for whom? A beginning with a people about whom he knew absolutely nothing, the same people he had abandoned? Islam?He knew very little, and what he did know angered him. In a land full of options, every escape route sealed shut like the light which escapes from being buried alive. For hours the snowflakes took him into a deep trance, and a sharp knock at the door brought him out just as quickly. He. He walked downstairs and opened the front door. He went to the curb and waved over a uniformed officer. “What’s going on?”“We’re responding a shooting,” the young, trim patrolman explained.“Oh my,” Lesley gasped. “I never would’ve expected this.”“I know. This neighborhood is pretty well-established.”“Yep,” the old man concurred. “Most of us here still own. Half baby boomers. A few families with k**s in high school or college. Working middle class folks,” he described the enclave of ranch-style. ” He smirks. “The cubs are quiet though. You have to be very complacent in the scouts. Obedient.”“I wish the girls were like that.” I say and he laughs. “It's kind of creepy though.” He says and shrugs.“Oh yeah... I told Kristy that you would send Peter for her tomorrow.” I whisper.He nods. “So we can't see each other tomorrow?”I shake my head. “No, the day after that though...” He sighs. I felt the same way he did, I didn't want to go the whole day without seeing him. I wanted to find some.