’ He paused glancing at his Mom. ‘But it does not feel like home.’ Sharon just smiled. ‘Yeah. I know, Ken. Guess what?’ asked Jen. ‘You st...bbed your toe and are back in casts?’ There was a laugh on the phone. ‘Yeah! Right. No! I got my left arm back this morning.’ ‘No casts?’ asked Ken. ‘No casts,’ stated Jen. Ken sat down at the kitchen table. There was a slight smile on his lips. ‘Good to hear, Jen.’ ‘Can I call you later?’ ‘Always, Jen.’ Jen said, ‘Mom made me Kielbasa and sour kraut for. But I would playfully say, please mom nexttime onwards... each time I would say! I loved my mom. Then she wouldapply make up on my face, comb my hair.After about 15 days or so, one morning she said I could wear a ponytailnow! I felt elated! I washed my hair that day, wore my favorite ghagracholi and mom took me to her bedroom and made me sit in front of thedressing table. She brushed my hair, applied very little oil, againbrushed. Then she started combing it backwards and finally I could. They had looked at each other, him in shock, her in terror as she was dragged away from him, her screams for help going unheard as he took several steps back, her eyes wide and bulging, her arms and legs bound as she was dragged deeper into its lair, her look, desperate, pleading. He had turned and fled in terror and shame, hearing her cries and desperate pleas suddenly cut out in a choking, gagging noise that made his stomach turn.But in the heat of the fight, in the mess of the tunnels, in. How had he let things get so out of control? All he had wanted way back when was a kiss from Carly. Why couldn't he have just accepted her answer? No, he had to win and he just kept escalating the stakes. How had he reached the point that he wanted to see Carly get hurt, physically hurt? He had gone there to enjoy it. He had even told Carly and the others he was there to see her bleed and cry.Nevel Papperman was spoiled and self-centred. He had been over-indulged by a fussy protective mother..