»Welcome, beautiful Daughter of Horus!«, he beams and bows, »Blessed be the day you decide to take up my hospitality!«, and with a wink to his bir...: »I hope, Hrk didn't bother you, Princess, but somehow we had to find out your whereabouts!« He catches me by the hips as I glide from the horse. »Thank you, Massimo - to bring me a guest is to bring me joy!«, he dismisses my captor, opens his tent and humbles me inside. The tent is cool and laid out with fine carpets and puffy pillows. The man. Give Doofus across the street and Jordan next door to Doofus time to notice the blinds and zero me in before bedtime. Strictly wishful thinking for anyone else though. The Compton's are too far left and the Schmidt's are too far to the right. I'd fair better in a back bedroom with the apartment complex behind us, but the front bedroom is what I got to work with here. (A thought, Diary: Maybe next time Jena is presented with an empty household in the evening, Jena could present herself to those. Ours was a nice house but summer creeps in early and boils the rooms at times. Such was the time when she came. So it was decided that everyone will sleep on the terrace but at the last moment, my parents decided against it. Only me, my younger brother and her reached the terrace, made our beddings and lied down with my brother between us. But I was not even able to close my eyes. I waited till my brother fell asleep, rolled him to my place and I took his. She had her eyes closed. But I was. I guess, I'd become pretty good at hitting the basket. The doctor had encouraged me to shoot the basketball to strengthen my arm after Kirby broke it. The ball usually sat in the garage all winter long and the first sign of spring was when we pumped it up and shot baskets. We'd scrimmaged a little, but mostly we played horse. That's where you take your best shot and if you make it the next guy in line has to make the exact same shot. If he makes it, the next guy has to make the shot. If you.