I started to realize that these amends weren't sorry for hitting me. It was something else. Something he had to get closure with. 2009I waited at on t...e bench of the Greyhound station just minutes away from my uncle's house. I couldn't believe we were caught. I couldn't believe my uncle attacked me. I dug into my bag to get my headphones. They weren't there. I remembered leaving them on the nightstand in the room while I was unpacking. Those were expensive headphones and I had a 6 hour ride. You stayed late with me those nights when we were running those tests – which worked, thank God! – and finally, perhaps most importantly, Denise, you always give me much-needed moral support. Thank you very much for your help with all of that.’ Denise waved a hand, and just smiled. Anne realized how much she enjoyed seeing that smile, something that Denise had been too tired for recently. Come to that, Anne had been too tired to do much more than just exist for several weeks, now. Anne knew. . ''Actually, ' they replied as one, 'we can't "read" your memory, only your active thoughts and emotions come through. Of course, as soon as you had the thought about things you might need to explain, they flashed across your consciousness, and we see no need for explanation of youthful exuberance.'This medium was incredibly rich! Not only could we almost instantly carry on a conversation like that, but the ebb and flow of emotion and 'side' thoughts added dimensions that one could never get. But I don't think I could brazeningly dress up like a slut in halter tops and mini skirts like my sister did even when we were just going to go shopping for groceries. And she was only twelve! People often mistake her for being the eldest sister when we go out together because she dressed like girls from my school while I dressed more like her age group should dress. But she didn't quite have the figure I had for she was still growing. I often laugh when boys hit on her then comment on her.