Then she said something that stalled my thoughts. One word."Wait"I cursed myself, cursed her, cursed the world, the universe. I looked over to see wha... was stalling her - not wanting to be that pushy bastard that I was all-too-aware that I could suddenly become."Allison?" and she breathed."Lie down" she murmured."On your chest. Lie down" she insisted.As confused as I was, I obliged. She moved over on the bed so that I could roll, and when I faced her pillow, I heard her light footsteps on the. As this story is told from a particular point of view by theprotagonist, this includes comments by the narrator. The protagonist,and thus the narrative, are what the protagonist believes or interpretsfrom what he is experiencing. Thus some of the mechanics of BB arebiased by the protagonist's view and experiences. Furthermore, becauseof the particular viewpoint of the story, those errors often won't becorrected. When the errors are corrected, the correction will often bedisbelieved and. ? Those were the words of my roommate Kit as she embraced me. I had just lost my job serving at The Black Cauldron Tavern. ?And it’s rent day today,? I sobbed. ?Yes I know,? Kit soothed, ?you did remember that it’s gone up this week?? I looked at her aghast. My name is Holly and I’m poor. Desperately poor. Kit and I live in a shack on Grand City’s slum, commonly just known as the Shacks. Corrugated iron and plywood create our home of 12 by 6 feet. At. "My suspicion meter went through the roof as I went out to the truck. Now I knew something was up, and all the whispering I had heard had been against me."Who called while I was in the shower, Sally?" That was Sarah wanting to know if you had made it back yet. I told her we were having breakfast at Denny's and that she could join us if she wanted to." Did she say what she wanted to talk about?" No, just that she needed to talk to you as soon as possible."I looked over at her and she had that.