Anger fuming through her motions.I gently grabbed her by the arm, frantically trying to speak, “Wait, no, no I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t me...n to.” She slowly turned to me and I continued. “I just don’t know where this is coming from. Why are you so upset? I mean, there’s a lot of reasons to be upset about but, which one? Is it just this?” I said pointing at the door as her eyes swelled with tears.“Whoa, hey, it’s okay. Talk to me, amor.”The faint smell of burnt coffee hit my nose and I. . you know Cath’s girl to a college in Fareham for an exam, buses are buggered and there’s a strict timing for her, then pop over and see if my Nan is OK.” “Lots to do then Ernie,” she simpered. I distinctly got the impression I could have done her with the signals she was giving out. It was tempting. “Why haven’t the collage cancelled it with this weather Ernie? Would make sense, I mean the kids are on a snow day,” she told me, flicking her fingers each side of her face as quotation marks. I. I couldn't exactlysee through Stacey. Rather, it was more of a sensation of knowing whatshould have been hidden by her body instead of actually seeing it.Besides, there was something to think about that was even moreunsettling than Stacey's semi-transparency. Namely, the girl in mydreams might have been more than a character I had imagined in my sleep.What if she was real? That meant the drama that had played out in mymind as I slept could be a memory of an actual event.But that just couldn't. I picked Marcy up and I let her cry, she then said, “I forgot to do the laundry and mom needed a top for tonight.”I felt so sorry for Marcy, mom is always picking on her.I remember that day, but that wasn’t the only time she had hit me. A couple of years ago I broke my arm falling down the stairs. I told everyone I tripped and fell, but actually, mom pushed me, she said she’ll make my life a living hell if I told anyone.June 7.I went to the Park to go swimming with Lisa, I met Shane Watson, and.