Christy took us out to the spa, and excused herself for a minute. While she was gone I gave mom a nice tight hug and said, “Mom, I love you so very,...very much.” Christy came back out to the spa with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. “Shari, Lez, I know that you shouldn’t be drinking, Lez, and I hope that you don’t until you’re of legal age, but I want to celebrate your graduation, but even more, I want to drink to my new found friendship with my beautiful neighbor and her beautiful. It was pretty easy to see Cassie didn't want to be on Chaos ... especially dressed like last years poster child for Attila the Hun's recruiting drive.Cassandrian Banks on Chaos were pretty much the only Chaosian buildings with actual glass in the windows. Chaos hadn't figured out how to make flat glass.The Bank windows were lined with the filthy faces of raggedy Chaosian children smearing their dirt on the glass and watching the bank guard trying to deal with getting the riffraff out and. Haven't you done enough damage to me today? Can't you just leave me alone?"Terry pushed the slider open and stepped inside. Without a word he walked over to the VCR, opened his briefcase and pulled out a videotape, putting it in the VCR. He then said, "Come over here and watch this." I did not move. I stood there puzzled why he thought he could just come in and tell me what to do. I did not move. He said, "Fine, then, watch from over there but if you know what is good for you, bitch, you'll. Franklin? Are you here?"Peter picked up his briefcase and stepped into the dark house. He waited until his eyes grew used to the darkness and then closed the door behind him. There was a tiny click as the lock engaged itself. The living room was cluttered with old boxes and stacks of books and newspapers. The furniture was old and tattered. The walls were covered with photographs, many of them yellowing with age. Peter walked across the carpet worn to the color of dust. On the other side of the.