" Yeah. Preaching to the converted," she told them. "But we can't make him go. He won't go and Dad has no interest in making him go." We could all try...and make him uncomfortable," Tabitha suggested. "Or making this a beer-free zone." He has a right to eat his takeaways or drink his beer in the house. As long as he tidies up after himself," Natalie told them. "We can't stop him doing that." Yeah I know," Sarah muttered. "But I just want him out really. He's just so ... male."Natalie shrugged and. I’m surprised she doesn’t have scars all over her body by now.”“That’s sad. I feel sorry for her.” Maybe I could get through that cool exterior and find a human in there.“Don’t. She’s always been like that. Her father has been fucking her since she got her period but pretends like she’s invisible otherwise. She’s damaged goods. She ended up with exactly the kind of guy I always thought she would.”When we entered the sanctuary, it resembled the inside of a Catholic church. It was. Before I could say anything, she pushed her way past Henry and walked up to me. I sat up on the couch, bottle in hand. What in hell did she want? Patricia stood there, hands on her hips. She told me we had to talk. I shrugged, and took another swig of my Miller Light Beer. Patricia took the bottle from me, and said that I shouldn’t be drinking. I scoffed. What did she care? Why did she care? Sitting across from me, she held her hands together in a small pleading gesture and told me that she was. " You say you've got one hundred?" she asked quickly her face still red, "that would be about right," she said half to herself."Yeah about that," I said, "they were part of box of mostly junk, but you can buy the lot if you like." Well I like to have the letters," she said, looking up from reading, "but monies tight these days." I'm sure we can work something out," I said, "easy payments over a few months." Thank you err Tony," she said, "you said there was other stuff?" Yeah," I smiled, from.