There are still some who can remember, some who understand. No matter how much you try to make them forget, no matter how much of the past you try to ...estroy, it will always be there and there are some who know that. Those are the people in rotting houses only a story or two high struggling through life with no resources and no ‘modern technology’. These are the people who know how beautiful life can be, how soft a birds chirp can sound, just how green Spring grass is and how aromatic budding. "Lizzy just shook her head, "It's not my place to judge, either you or him. I am just glad that God doesn't give me these decisions. Jimmy, you said there was another reason?" It would attract attention," Allison said. "I thought of it too. If these people start mysteriously having nightmares it's likely to tip Hightower off. Bob, do you think, if he's really that good at the hypnosis thing, do you think he could stop the nightmares?"Bob thought for a few seconds before shaking his head, "I. Sarah now spoke up, “There is an alternative option.” “What?” I croaked. Kate replied, “We spank you ourselves, now, here.” “You can’t do that.” I said feebly. I remembered how effectively Auntie could wield a cane and started to think this might be a better option than letting her cane me again. “It’s your choice.” Kate added. “Not much of a bloody choice is it? I replied. “Well that just made sure you’ll get a few extra strokes from us and any more swearing and we will tell Mum as. His hair was a darker shade of black and there was no missing that his eyes were just as dark as the hair. Both boys were handsome despite what little baby fat their faces held and would grow into tall, handsome men. ‘Ty, Ryder. Don’t forget to go to grandmas after school today.’ A woman’s voice stopped them almost parallel to the car. ‘I got to work late.’ Both boys waved and nodded. ‘Okay mom.’ ‘See you later.’ The boys went on walking but the observer had turned his attention to the woman..