When I opened the door, he just stood there smiling, dressed up in a 500 dollar suit, I didn't for one moment believe he could be in any way connected...with that bastard excuse for a man."Hi there, I'm looking for a Miss Sandra Watson," He had said.After that a lot of what happened is a blur. I remember confirming my name and I remember being taken through into my living room before blacking out. From that point, there is only the odd flashback or two which give me any clue as to what exactly he. Jason volunteered to help me, which is something he never does. This also made me smile. By the time dinner was all ready, my dad had already gotten home from work. We sat down and had a nice dinner that had an unusual amount of conversation. But one thing caught my attention all throughout the entire dinner. Every time I looked over to Jason, who was seated directly across from me and to my right, he would quickly look away. He was staring at me. I caught him doing this just about every time,. She wondered about taking him to Riccardo but decided against that. She was not sure about how Mama would react to a different man when she had so clearly approved of Terry and she, Grace, did not want to cause any awkwardness. She decided to produce a mixed grill, quick and easy, and see whether Mike wanted to take her out somewhere on Saturday. She did not know yet whether he would be leaving on Sunday or Monday, probably the latter.The excitement waned a bit over the next week particularly. “Thanks ... But I don’t really want to talk,” she whispered, almost hiding her voice.“You might find that talking helps,” Annie offered.The girl shrugged, but stayed quiet.Annie shrugged as well. “Suit yourself.”They were quiet for a moment.“That’s a pretty dress you’re wearing,” Annie said.“Thank you,” the girl whispered noncommittally.Annie paused. “You know what would look good on you?”“No. What?”“Green.”The girl snapped her head up and stared at Annie. Annie smiled and winked. The girl.