. yet," he threatened."Relax Paul, this isn't about you," Billy told him."Than what do you want?" he asked."Well, first off, I need to know how you re...lly feel about your step father," Billy wanted to know."I hate his fucking guts. The bastard grounded me for the entire weekend just because I accidentally ran over one of his precious rose bushes when I was mowing the lawn. He wanted to use that damn cane on me, but mom won't let him, here at the house. The asshole will probably make up some. “We don’t get to go in the launch much,” Lena added.“And in the launch we can cuddle,” Yelka finished.We crossed the stile and the road to follow the path to the boathouse.“Look! An eagle!” Lena’s voice was excited. Eagles are not unknown in Cumbria, but not common.“It’s a buzzard, Lena. Eagles are similar, but bigger.” The bird was drifting overhead in lazy circles.“What’s the difference?”“Size, mainly,” I said. I stretched out my arms. “A buzzard has a four-foot wingspan, where a golden eagle. He looked around for something he could use to brace the door. Her dresser stood a few feet away. He hooked his fingers under the rim and pulled it back, sliding it to obstruct the door. He knew there was little chance his sister could get free of him, but if she did, she would now have to stop and wrestle a huge piece of furniture out of the way, giving him time to grab her and drag her back to him. She wasn't getting out of this so easily.No, Mallao thought with a silent chuckle. The only. His head pounded with each thought. His mind roamed and wandered as it found significance in every example of creation, from the trees which whistled as the wind swept through the branches to the particles of snow which fell at varying angles. But with each thought his head throbbed, and quite suddenly the women were missing from the slush-heavy street corners, and the lights along the street shut off as though the time had come to face the chill.He wandered the streets for some hours, and it.