. it’s a chore. Petrol was just as expensive ... the same clerks behind the same counters at the same stops. Not that they remembered us. They see h...ndreds every day ... we’d seen them twice.Grandfather still lived. And he still occupied the entire top floor.“About time you brought young Abby by,” he said. “And Myndee ... good ending for what was a very sad occasion. Jannali ... Nice eye.“David, they did everything possible to save her ... she was too small and you’re a big one.“Day-ee,. “Take them off!”Since there were only three articles of clothing left, and all of them on her, he knelt and went for her stockings, only for her to pull his hands to her knickers.He slid his open hands down each side of her waist and under the waistband, sliding the garment down as he caressed her buttocks, thighs and calves. She moaned.He pushed her down onto the sofa, spreading her legs, and applying his tongue to her vulva.“Put it in me!” she begged, but he ignored her. Her hands were raking. Ruined. It’s times like these that all she can see on her body are his handprints, forever burned into her flesh. It pains me to see her like this. None of it’s true, but I can’t make her see that. I can’t make her heal faster. I can only help, remind her of her worth, remind her I care for her, remind her that it will be ok, and, sometimes, hold her while she does the exact opposite. Hold her while she beats herself up. Hold her while she tells herself she is broken. Hold her while she reverts. He didn’t have any idea what he was looking for, in fact, he felt kind of lost as he cruised up and down the streets around the crime scene. He stopped on Maybank, looked toward the tire store as a Southwest 737 lined up on final for Love Field, then made his way back to Harry Hines. He was waiting to make a left onto Lombardy when something, some sort of insight, flashed through his mind. The light turned green and he turned east on Lombardy, rode a few hundred yards, then stopped on the.