” She said.“Do you have a plan B?” I asked. “Somewhere you could run if thing go wrong. Don’t tell me where. Just tell me if you have a plac... to go.”“Yes, I have a place to go,” she replied.“Do you need to be here tomorrow to get your money” I asked.“Yes,”she said.“Okay, I will stay gone until tomorrow at noon. Then I will go back home and start laying a false trail leading Angel to hell and back. So start packing,” I said.“Where are you going to stay tonight?” she asked.“Probably a motel in. My father has sent an agent ahead of us many months before to find us a suitable house in a fashionable quarter of the city — in business, he said, appearances are so important. When I first saw the house I had to clap my hands with joy. This was the first stone built house that I had ever seen, not at all like the timber and brick houses of England. Above the main entrance there was a balcony with a carved balustrade, and there were statues of Greek heroes either side of the main door, which. I desired to be with her all the time. The only option was her tuition. So I messed up my second term in maths(!!!) , but helped her .My teachers declared to my parents that I needed guidance from a tutor , since My friend had scored 85 % , rising from 45% and I had dropped from 93% to 83%.Now , the best options was the tuition. We returned from tuition by bicycle .We developed a habit of talking in dark. Once on an occasion , I stopped talking to her and looked into her eyes straight.She kept. "Get stuffed." Huzzah!" Kiyone sniffed uncharitably over at the base of the stairs."Ditto!" Mihoshi added, still next to the ruined Television whose 'passing' she'd been mildly pinning for over the last several minutes. Funaho, for her part looked more than slightly miffed. A mixture of Ayeka's quite understandable attitude, 'and a few of her daughters choice of words' had been mildly unsettling. A mood made more foul when what was unmistakably a snicker had escaped Azaka."Well then." Funaho.