Johnson sat next to me and took my hands."Do you remember now what it was you said that I found troublesome?"I thought about our conversation, but not...ing came to mind."No, I'm really sorry," I apologized."That's okay, Jenny. I will tell you. What you said was that you weregoing to hate yourself when you had to go back to being Johnny. Do yousee why that concerned me?" You mean about my not wanting to go back to being Johnny?" That's part of what you said, but think some more about how you. “I can keep an eye on Amelia.”“Oh, goodness! Amelia! I almost forgot about her.” She started looking around, her hands wringing.“Betty,” I said softly, placing my hand on her shoulder. “Why don’t you go to the hospital with Harold? I’ll keep an eye on Amelia.” I gave her a gentle push towards the ambulance and, almost zombie-like, she headed over.I found Amelia sitting in their living room, a grand old room decorated in lemon yellow, large, formal furniture, and elegantly decorated with Degas. "Are you alright?" Frank demanded as he crawled towards his friend, who was now sitting on the ground, clutching at his injured arm with a red face and gritted teeth. "Oliver?" Frank lifted his hand, but stopped himself from placing it on Oliver's shoulder, for fear of worsening the pain. Instead, he carefully pried Oliver's hand away from the injury and rolled up the sleeve. The welt was visible already, swelling and bruising with every second that passed. Frank cursed. "Did you see. Ben asks when we get to school I look up at him not even realising that we have walked all this way without me hearing a word he has said How was your uncles party? He smiles dad says you looked so beautiful in your new dress I wish I could have seen It was ok I mumble looking down feeling sick all over again, I hate the look in his eyes, I know hes wondering why Im so quiet and is worried about me, but honestly I just cant make myself care at that moment. At midday I start to make my way to.