‘Thanks for capturing Norman,’ Janice said with a blush. ‘You’re my hero.’ I made it back to my apartment with my heart racing. The thought ...hat a kiss on the cheek could do that to me was ridiculous, and especially coming from a girl that was young enough to be my daughter. Grandaughter, I corrected myself. Chapter 2. Getting closer. That was how it started, and somehow I managed to run into Janice frequently after that, often bumping into each other in the hall, although far less abruptly. After the shower I stood in front of a full length mirror for the first time in a long time.'I'm going to grow my hair a little longer, ' I thought. I still have that tomboy look. I have muscles in places that most girls don't have muscles, thanks to carrying those heavy packs all these years. Being female on the front line didn't cut any slack and I would have never asked for any slack.My boobs had filled out more and sagged a little, some of the side effects of getting older. I was a very. I ripped it open with a finger and took out the letter inside. It was written on a stiffer, formal kind of paper. I skimmed it quickly but half way down decided to read it again from the top."This cant be right," I muttered out loud, rereading it again."I'm sure it is," Stephen said, running a hand through his hair, "I always double check the addresses." Oh no, its not you. This is saying that I've been left a house. A manor even," I scanned the bottom again but didnt see a name, "I dont even. A visit from my uncle, mom's brother, heightened thisfeeling, as he played guitar. We played together and it actuallysounded like music. Not great, at least for my part of the playing,but you could tell what the songs were. Not bad at all for less than ayear of real piano playing.I'd play the same songs over and over, doing finger exercises andscales, all that stuff which is boring but necessary to learn how to play music. Dad and Jack got annoyed at this, but I didn't care. Itfelt great to.