‘Yeah, right. I saw your subtle reaction when I said that she called. You were hoping that she would.’ ‘Okay, maybe. But it’s still just wishf...l thinking.’ My mother turned serious. ‘She’s had a rough way to go and she was always such a beautiful person. I feel sorry for her. It’s tough raising a child alone. You were ten when your father left so I know the deal. She’s had to raise that one alone from the beginning. Her mother helps as much as she’ll let her, but she still seems to want to. The game was part game of chance, part initiation: Chance was in play through the random throw of two dice. But the one selected by this chance throw, also known as ' the toss', was more than a lottery gamer. Indeed, his lot was fated by the toss. His fate was his initiation into the society of men ( well, teenage society.)The game was for a circle of close buddies: Players considered themselves best-buds and unspoken agreement and boyhood honour bound them all in a secret circle of friendship.. The room was filled with the smoke of the burning incense. I saw her glance my way and she nodded to me as if to say everything was good.I heard a crack of thunder and saw a flash of lightning, then all the lights in the neighborhood went out. The only light was coming from the candles Macy lit and the full moon outside. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Macy nodded to me to answer it. I opened the door and saw my beautiful Brandy. She was standing beside a man that looked maybe. "Your friend that was in the carjacking with you?" she asked.Brian nodded."He has a broken left arm and some cracked ribs but other than that he's fine" the brunette said."He's been here every day for the last week checking in on you" added the blonde."I was out for a week? That sounds damn serious" Brian whispered."It was a bit touch and go for the first day or two; they had to relieve some pressure off your brain so they had to drill some holes in your skull and puts some shunts in. They.