The jealousy that he felt when Mum wasin her sick bed and used most of her last days with me was just too much.I don't think that Dad hated me at this...stage. I think that I reminded himtoo much about Mum.The same was with my sister. I remember that I looked at a family picture.It was then I realized that she looked like Mum. She has the same eyes asMum. When she smiled, she looked like Mum. I don't know if this made mehave a closer connection with my sister, or was it just because we had itall. Made me wonder how she managed to do it."One of these days," Marcus said from the back seat, "I'll have to show you some pictures of her District home, although I'll have to make sure you haven't eaten first."Two valets approached the car as soon as it stopped moving, their attire the standard slacks, shirt and blazer, all thankfully black. Stepping out, I left the keys in the ignition and accepted the ticket with a nod. Both men were human, though they didn't seem afraid of the strange. She gave her grappling hook two successive tugs and the claw released its death grip from the brick chimney it was holding and vanished, leaving this world for what ever plane of existence it resided upon until Aliska summoned it again. She had stolen the rope years ago, during one of her first thieving enterprises and it had proved to be the most valuable object she had ever stolen.Aliska reached the edge of the inn’s roof and tensed the deceptively powerful muscles in her sun-bronzed legs,. This last recollection was what excited Abbey most, as she wallowed in the feelings of humiliation, degradation and worthlessness that her actions had aroused.Abbey knew that she needed to keep Joe happy so that he would not throw her out of his apartment. She needed money for her family, but losing her place to live would cause misery to her nieces as well as to herself. Abbey determined that she would do anything in order for that not to happen.She was unsure how Joe would treat her when she.