Those who knew the story were sympathetic, but others gave me accusing looks, embarrassing Ilse and me to no end.It was even worse for Ilse though, es...ecially when she was alone. People gave her a look of pity or quickly turned their eyes away. It was sad how people treated a person because of their looks, even if it was somebody else who caused the problem. I could only imagine what handicapped people or people with visible scars went through.Over the past two weeks, we had learned to deal. As the flames cleared the creature saw that his attack had failed. It let out a roar and charged forward, as did Carl. There was no clashing of bodies together instead a dance of death ensued. Carl attempted to get inside the creature’s claws and tail to deliver a deadly blow while the creature tried to use its reach and range weapons to its advantage. Carl found himself only able to land hacking blows against the beast’s arms and tail. His sword may have been able to cut steel but getting deep. He must be in on it! He must be! Right? But what if this was wishful thinking? What if he had no idea that his wife got smashed by two of his best friends? Will this destroy my marriage? I was confused and didn’t know what to do, so I didn’t bring it up to him.The next morning, my husband said to me, “So, did you have fun last night?”“Yeah babe”, I replied. “It’s always fun to chill with the guys.”“What did you guys get up to while I was out?” he asked.“Oh nothing, just sat and talked, watched. Sunlight filtered down through the leaves and I had to squint my eyes against the pale-green sparkle. “Do you want to climb it,” she asked. “I’ll show you the easy way to get up. Jeffery always goes the hard way. He says I’m a baby because I can’t get in that way.” Jeffery was Amber’s older brother. Tall, with blonde-red hair, cerulean eyes and a big goofy smile. I liked Jeffery, I thought he was cute but I’d never tell Amber. She’d tease me for sure. I watched Amber swing up into the tree and.