I'm not sure what it was, but now, I think I'd rather not be friends with her anymore." This is a rather abrupt decision, Kenny. Are you sure it isn't...just some small thing that you'll feel differently about later?" I'm sure. I already told her about it."Mrs. Parsons sipped quietly on her drink, looking at me the whole time. At least fifteen minutes passed by before Gerta came in to tell us that dinner was ready to be served. When we got to the dining room, I was surprised to see Elena wearing. Naturally, I read that email with great interest. They — it appeared to be from a man and a women — had read the bio of Mom that I had put up in an 'About the Sculptress' page, noting her recent cancer scare. They wanted to know if Mom would do a commissioned work with the woman lying down rather than sitting. I responded to the email saying that we were open to the idea. A response came back within minutes when I was in the middle of responding to a price request. I left that message to read. "I decided their were worse things than lying. Like bragging without caring about another person's feelings." He could have hurt you," Tami said."He did hurt me," I admitted. A true hero would have shrugged it off. "I play football. I've been hurt before. I'll get hurt again." I thought about adding a line about standing up for what's right, but there's a limit to early morning corn."Thank you." You're my friend," I said as I rubbed Robbie's leg.Tami watched my hand for a minute and nodded.As. I did! My brain had trouble accepting what it what it was seeing. But, I did see him! He looked so forlorn. Andrew gave me a nudge to move with him and we began to make our way to the other side of the square. “I have something else to show you.” We walked off of Main Street and down a long dark country road. “Did you choreograph this? Are you trying to scare me?” He smiled devilishly and kept a forward motion. The road began to wind and climb. There was still no evidence of anyone else awake.