" Like you care." Her voice sounded of acid.I was pissed. "That is no way to talk to your father Kelly." "Yeah well my father would be a man, I don't ...now what you are."Fuck this, I got up just in time to have her slam the door in my face."Damn it" I thought, "I'm tired of this shit."I don't drink often but decided to have a beer and see if anything worthwhile was on tv, maybe I could find a movie where the main character was kicking ass on all the bad guys. No such luck. After a couple of. "I drugged her," I said.The silence stretched out for a really long time."I see," she said finally.My mother moved around to sit across from Cheryl and me."What can you do with her?" my mother asked sharply.I considered how much to cop to, but waited too long to reply."Answer the question, David!" my mother bit out."I can't make her kill herself," I replied nervously. "I guess I could convince her that she's walking down a flight of stairs when she's actually stepping off a roof though."My. Catharine hasn't seen Cardinal Vogue all day. She started to get worried. "What did I do? I scared the Cardinal away!" she thought. She needed to make sure he was all right and went up to his room. She knocked on the door but there was no answer. She tried the handle. The door was unlocked. When she went into the room, she saw it was ramshackled. A bible on the desk was opened up to Matt 19: 8-9. Catharine was horrified at the state of the room. "Oh my god what have I done?" she thought. Then. I never really paid too much attention to my sister when we were growing up. She is four years older than I am, so we really never had anything in common. When she gone to the Banglore City five years earlier for studying in degree collage I was only 18, and concerned myself with normal teenage boy. One year before, After finishing Degree College in Banglore City, my sister returned back into our house. Father and mother worked six days a week, so for the most of the time, I was home alone.