All I can hope is that time will help my mother to forgive me.”“Where did it happen?”“In the house, somewhere.” I told my husband.“Where w...s Andrew?”“In the hall bathroom.”“Did anything get broken?”I glared at him.“Yes. Okay.” He backed away, releasing me. “You and your mother are unlike any other family I’ve ever encountered. I won’t ask again. You know I will do anything to help.”“I know. You’re already helping.” I sighed, already missing his arms around me. “I’m afraid helping me will only. "Don't bother -- I can't perform at all at this point. I don't think it would even be pleasant. Perhaps we could cuddle a bit at bedtime -- that's about all I think I can handle."Rachel looked like she was about to cry, and I felt bad for her. I waved her off -- she didn't need her nose rubbed in this.But Faye turned her attention elsewhere at that point, so Rachel didn't leave. "What about Nick and Elise?"Roger shrugged. "At first, I was concerned -- Nick seemed to be pressing pretty hard --. Mrs. Abernathy looked like thestereotypical grandmother with her gray hair up in a tight bun, roundwrinkled face with wire framed glasses perched on her nose. Oh shecould play the role beautifully when the occasion called for it but veryimmoral and evil on the inside. In her early years she had been usedand horribly abused but now she was in charge. Now it was her turn touse and abuse and she fully intended to do just that.Mr. Abernathy had been a very good stage hypnotist with Mrs.. "Hey squirt, it will be OK." Sandyjoined her and we hugged tightly.An image formed in my head as we hugged and I pulled back. "You wereholding hands!"April nodded. "Yes we were weren't we?"Sandy giggled. "I guess we are as busted as you." So what, are you guys more than friends?"April drew me back into her hug. "Little bro, please don't hate me Icouldn't handle that. Yes I finally woke up. I have had these feelingsfor a long time, but I think maybe you know what that feels like. Towant.