Well, it's not like I have a boyfriend or something. Boys ask me out, but I don't feel old enough or ready to date yet, even though I'm 18. I guess I'... shy too, just like my dad. I want a boyfriend, but I'm too shy and nervous about it. Besides, my friends who have boyfriends are always fighting with them about stupid stuff too.My friend Barbra went off to college in New York City, so I don't even have a close friend now. My mom works two jobs and only gets home after 11 PM most nights. I guess. I tried to jerk away from him but he was too strong for me."He started ripping at my clothes — he tore off my blouse and bra and slapped me, hard, when I tried to push him away. He was trying to get my skirt off and I was able to grab the bottle and hit him hard on the back of his head."He fell to the floor, almost unconscious. What I should have done was call the MPs at once. What I did was drag his sorry ass out my front door — I was always fairly strong — and locked the door. I sat there. Whatever had happened between Eleanor and Antonio had to be bad. She wanted to ask about Henry, Eleanor’s son, but she checked herself at the last moment. It did not help.Neeta and Sadie entered with the two children. At the sight of little Anthony and Siobhan, Eleanor broke into tears and ran upstairs. Old Lady Lambert made a face, a mixture of disgust and pity.“Henry is with Antonio and Eleanor only gets to see him once a week. It breaks her heart, but it’s also her own fault. She left. Now, I don't know anyone who doesn't like cinnamon rolls. But they do leave your hands pretty messy.I got the baby wipes out of the cupboard just as the microwave dinged. I got the plate and took it out to the living room.Jack and Gina were looking at the pictures. Gina had her hand on the back of his chair and was leaning over, almost resting her chin on his shoulder. She was still wearing the pants and the sweater but had taken off the gloves, hat, muffler and sunglasses. Her brown hair was.