’ Replied someone behind Timothy and Hannah. Turning around, they saw a short, chubby teen boy sporting a werewolf costume sans the headgear (tucked...under his arm). His wooly brown hair looked wild and unkept – it resembled the wolf’s head. ‘Gramps always tells that line to potential buyers. It’s just an old book that was in the attic of the house we moved into a few years back.’ ‘Where are you from?’ Hannah asked intrigued. Timothy saw her eyes glint behind the glasses and knew she may waste. I first checked out the Thomas Kinkade Gallery at Napa Center. I’ve always loved his scenic, light-infused artwork; In fact; I had a sympathy card given to me by co-workers at my former job that featured one of his artworks on the cover. I mostly just looked and admired the many artworks of the gallery. I then drove over to downtown Napa to this lovely little shop called Vino Therapy. The store front was painted dark green and burgundy like the grapes I saw at the vineyards I drove by early. “I could smoke two packs of cigarettes and drink a fifth of whisky every day and it wouldn’t make no difference. But no, I’m just taking ibuprofen when I feel badly. For now, it’s Advil, which is over the counter. I’ll get stronger stuff when I need it. And eventually other drugs. But I haven’t needed my Advil today. If I don’t need it tomorrow, I can drink.”“You’re not taking any other drugs?” Josie asked.“No. There’s nothing else to do at this point. Like I told Yankee, I’m goin’ to die and. That was before she died. The promise died with her. Once Mandy was gone they started getting Rachel ready, having her watch me, all the little things they do to prepare the young ones for what is coming. Mom is pushing hard with Rachel. She wants her started as soon as they will take her. She was so mad when Mandy got pregnant ... she hates her, Rachel that is. Watching Mandy's baby abused like this will be like candy to her. She can't touch her until they say it's time but once she is free to.