So I tried leaving a nude photo of myself laying around for him to see when he got home. I left it on the end table, so he'd have to see it, and then ...'d find out if anything happened. I purposely came home an hour later than normal so he'd have the opportunity to do something, if he wanted to. I came home then and found him on the couch, but the picture was gone. “Hey sweetie, how you doing?” I asked as I sat down with him. He seemed OK, he wasn't nervous or anything like that. “Well fine I. Mom laughs "that he is" she walks back to the sink to do the dishes, we have an indoor pump. I could swear that mom is pushing her ass out a little. Later dad came home around ten told us he got a job with the railway and he would be leaving the next day for two to four months depending on how it goes. We all sat down for lunch at about twelve fifteen . "so how was everything while i was gone"'dad ask" no problem" I say with my chest puff up "'i can handle it" " I know you can Billy boy ". I knew what she was up to. It was stupid. She should have known that I would recognize it for what it was. She wanted me to throw dirt at the local cops. I chose to avoid pissing them off.”“It wasn’t a criminal investigation. If it had been, I wouldn’t have gone near it. It was just another run away.” I said. “A friend of the victim hired Bitsy and me to find Laura. We did that and along the way we found out what happened to her.”“Your record on this sortap of thing is excellent,” Betty. “What was that?” She asked, her voice as melodic as always. Alex pulled herself up to sit at the edge of their bed. “How does it end?” Alex’s pale skin seemed to shimmer in the merigold glow of their dirt covered window. Dawn tilted her head. “It doesn’t.” She quietly admitted. “The light novel’s still running.” Alex collapsed back into their bed sheets. She didn’t bother asking what the hell a light novel was. She didn’t need to. Impulsively, Dawn pulled herself next to Alex. Maybe out of.