“This one is your sister. This one is Becky. And this one is me. Now who do you want to eat first?”“I can’t decide. They all look deliciou...,” Adam answered slyly. He then leaned in closer to the plate, noticing subtle differences between the three chocolates. He turned toward his aunt with a look of surprise and asked, “They really are, aren’t they?”Christine nodded and let out a little laugh. “We all made molds so that we could eat each other whenever we wanted.” She then reached. "Hey, don't worry about it man," he smiled. "A lot of kids said a lot ofmean things back then and did a lot of mean stuff. I appreciate youbeing honest enough to own up to it, though. Tom Chapman didn't even tryand bring it up when I saw him." That's very good of you Marcus," I sighed with relief. I'd done somepretty mean things to Marcus when we were in school and judging by lookshe could throw me the length of the train carriage now if he'd wantedto. "You saw Tom Chapman again? When was. Joe soothed her saying “only one more, old girl, only one more,” she calmed herself just a tad, forced herself back to her more in control self, as she steeled herself for that fourth needle, she fixed me with her best glare, and growled defiantly through gritted teeth “do it, do it now!” I shrugged, then pushed the needle through in one swift stroke, her head hanging back, her eyes on the roof, her mouth open in one continuous roar of pain and relief. We waited Joe and I, watching her collect. Dolphie left late in the afternoon and told hermother she was going out with friends. Her mother wasshocked and I found myself feeling a slight pang ofjealousy. I had a fleeting thought of my daughter in theback seat of some hormone driven jock’s car. I found Icouldn’t concentrate and talked my wife into going outfor dinner. We came back around eight and found Dolphie ensconced infront of the television. She asked how our evening wasand we asked how hers had been. The amenities.