..................................................."I'm really angry about that drone thing," Kirstie said. "It's going to be some snotty adolescent g...tting his rocks off. Just a hi-tech peeping tom. And there it is again."The two girls were sitting in the garden again on another sunny morning. The buzz of the drone's rotors could be heard a couple of gardens away."Well, I'm not going to be driven indoors. If it comes over here again I'm going to do something about it." Huhh?" We've been. Looks like it’s going to be a long night for all of us.’ ‘Seriously, you can’t mean that, locking her up? She’s just a kid!’ I said. ‘With two months left to her 18th birthday. It makes it harder to decide. In two months she would have been taken into custody, but now it is a problem for the social services who have obviously fucked up already.’ ‘If she comes home with me and sleep on my couch, then tomorrow we go down to the station and she testifies that she knows nothing. Could that solve. John watched as her hand moved, reached out as if searching, only to find emptiness. John’s heart ached as he watched the frown pass across her face and in the moment before her eyes opened John thought… ‘Fuck, I’m losing it!’ the thought that he could feel so melancholy about such a small and meaningless frown was so foreign to him. ‘John…’ Libby’s dry and brittle voice reached out for him. John had a moment of wistfulness, he never wanted to wake another morning without hearing that, without. My mother's lack of love didn't only affect her, but it affected me as well. She was an independent woman, but I wouldn't call her strong. Because she never tried. She lived as if she didn't have a child. I recall being left home alone as young as four years old, and I know most people don't remember a lot of things when they were just toddlers, but with so few memories of my mother, the worst ones seemed to stick. She was careless and at times, shameless. She was always the other woman and she.