"Yes, but you carry on, my wife is in the bedroom." I replied, "I've got some football to watch."I settled down in front of the TV as I heard the clic... clack of Jane's high heel's fade into the background. Unfortunately the game was rained off so I switched off the TV disappointedly. Just then I heard some giggling coming from upstairs. This aroused my curiosity and I decided to investigate.I carefully crept along as quietly as I could. Luckily the door was slightly open and I could peek. They ate dinner together saying little. Afterwards, Bobby woke up. The long sleep must have done him good because he was more pleasant than he normally was just waking from a nap. He was scheduled to work tonight from 8-10, so he kissed his mom and Bobby good-bye and drove off. At work he couldn't keep his mind off of his mother. He kept looking at his watch as he bagged groceries.When work was over he left immediately rather than stopping to chat with Sara Jo or some of his buddies. A couple. Goodbye.”Hubert was standing with one foot on the man’s back, holding him down as he started squirming from the pain in his head.“Do I need to hit you again, Mr Sadaf? Or will you cease wriggling?”Sadaf simply groaned as he tried to remain still, and two minutes or so later, the broken door was slowly pushed open by a cautious policeman checking that no intruder was in a position to attack him.Jenny called, “Please come in, constable. We have the intruder on the floor, ready for you.”The. Graham smiled at that and wondered if the foster home had been told thatat the moment he was outwardly a boy. He was scared of bringing thatquestion up with the three adults with him and he found himself cuddlingthe bear in worry. Helen saw the change and knew that sometimes Grahamacted younger than his years and she knew it was common from those witha history of abuse and grace also knew it and watched closely. She wasworried they were bombarding the boy with too much but she trusted Helenand.