With drinks in both hands, Sam leaned against his bedroom door to shut it. Gina was sitting on his bed, looking at his bookcase with interest. At the ...ound of the door closing she looked up and smiled, seeming more relaxed than before."Here you go," Sam said, offering her a glass. "Sorry there's no ice." That's okay," Gina said. She accepted the glass and sipped from it, looking at Sam over the edge. She was feeling more comfortable. For days she had felt conflicted between wanting Sam and. “Can I come in for a moment?”Instead of an answer, she buzzed the door and I went up the three flights of stairs. These older buildings usually don’t have elevators in them, so by the time I arrived at her door, a round, pretty female face watched me through a gap while I was catching my breath.I introduced myself again and said: “I’m sorry, Miss, but there have been some reports from neighbours about loud yelling from your apartement. Is everything alright there?”She looked at me surprised and. But you know, you being you, have never really told me something you would really like to do. You’ve hinted around it, but not really. ‘Oh… So what are you asking?’ ‘Yeah… Well, write me a story. Better yet, paint me a picture. With words.’ I had to smile at this one. She was the one person in my life that honed in on my right-brained tendencies and was uniquely able to get me to talk and describe what was in my head better than anyone ever had. ‘What is this? An assignment for Creative Writing. None of them were any better than Butterfly Grove. Indeed, they were generally rather worse. There seemed to be a pattern that the more picturesque the name, the worse the places were. Leafy Vale was bare of any vegetation at all. Paradise Hill was pretty filthy and was distinguished by the foul smell coming out of the chimneys of an ugly factory. Bluebell Dell was the most miserable tangle of derelict houses they'd ever seen.Nowhere were there shops as the girls understood them from home: just.