That wench had made herself poor. Inga’s father had been a wealthy farmer, had given her everything he had, and more, and when he had died in a bout...of infighting in the North, she had never shed a tear. She had wasted his fortune on frivolities for herself, glutton of a woman. Her daughter was just as bad. Never happy about his wife’s continued trust in hope that her half sister would not betray her, he never said anything to warn her either. Now, he wished he had. If he had, his beloved. ‘I can’t believe she did that. It was my fucking gun. That fucking idiot!’ Montana spat, spit sprayed against the windshield with the force of his words. There was cause for caustic cursing, Mira supposed. She clasped her seat belt, removed a metal canister and her makeup mirror. ‘Don’t you fucking dare!’ Montana slapped her hands causing a white cloud to billow throughout the car, obscuring her view of the road for the slightest second. ‘It’s snowing!’ She said in a voice devoid of mirth. That. On the way back up I grabbed clean sheets and tossed one on each be. Going back to my room I remembered mom always turns the mattress around when she changed the sheets so I did that and made my bed then headed into Sue's room.As I flipped her mattress I saw a box under her bed and I couldn't help myself I had to investigate. They were sex magazines. The first two were just girlie mags with pictures of women gradually getting naked. The next couple had people having sex and Sue had placed. “I love him so damn much!” They embraced as Brad continued the song to her, and she tried to sing along too.I can be your heroI can kiss away the painAnd I will stand by you foreverYou can take my breath awayYou can take my breath awayI, can be, your, heroAs the last chord echoed throughout the room the crowd applauded, especially Abby. Brad stood, taking the microphone from the stand.“Thank you for your kind applause. As I mention, heroes come in different sizes and ages. I would like to.