“So much worse.” For a few seconds, she was no longer in the room with us but stood again inside the wire with hundreds of emaciated women and chi...dren shuffling into rows to be counted as guards shouted and vicious dogs barked, straining against their leashes.She rubbed her forehead and looked back at us with eyes filled with sadness and pity.“Many prisoners were killed and many others died from beatings or sickness. Some simply gave up on life. Hundreds starved to death.” She paused, taking a. It was killing me, I became quite depressed, though I was trucking on with my school work. Luckily Thanksgiving break came around, so I didn’t have to deal with school work. But I started drinking more, hating when Kenny wasn’t with me, but loving that she was happy. One day she came home to see me laying on the couch with a beer at hand. ‘What’s wrong Ry?’ She’d ask concerned. As much as I did love her, I couldn’t help but hate her when she was with Scott, who was there. ‘Like you care’ I’d. It was absurd, it was hot and this was definitely the fucking end for the useless prick she’d been locked to for fifteen years. An idea was forming but she needed to confirm something first. They spun together on the sofa to appraise the man as the screen went blank. ‘Very impressive Mr Petersen, please tell me you don’t just fuck men?’ To say Kris was dumbfounded was an understatement. This was the last thing he’d expected. Wow she hated the guy he realised. ‘Err, no Mrs Hounslow, I don’t just. We saw each other almost every day and became close. We had so much in common, film, music, literature that we always had something to talk about. As we got to know each other better and the more comfortable I became with the relationship I opened up more, telling her about my father's death and my strained relationship with my older brother Dan. As I explained to Eva one day when we were walking along the River Seine;'Dan just feels that I should work, what he would call, a steady practical.