His golden blonde hair was now beyond his shoulder blades, sometimes hewore it in a ponytail.His mom couldn't follow his logic, but didn't make too mu...h of a fuss overit. She grew up in the 70`s where long hair was modern for boys, andwhen she would have a choice, she preferred it rather long rather thannearly bald headed which is so modern in these days.Auntie Lynn saw the disappointment on his face when mother told of theirtravel plans.Seeing the disappointment, and probably knowing him. She nodded, then looked at me, smiling self-consciously. Her left leg was put in a brace, her knee locked straight. Iron bars ran up the sides of her leg, and there were screws attached to the knee portion. Four straps were holding the brace in place. I also noticed that the back part of the brace was made of black material. Her pump was not on her foot. Some kind of rubber heel was fixed under her bare sole, strapped with elastic bands."Peter, please stop staring at me like that! Let's go!". “That was very good, Mister,” she said.“Ditto that for me,” I said, “oh, yeah.”We did have breakfast and she was the one that cooked it. Pancakes and sausages: a caloric catastrophe, but we’d burned so many of them-- calories-- the night before that I didn’t give a damn.“So, it was good for you then,” she said.“To say the blee-bloody least,” I said. “Nadine, thank you.”“You’re welcome, Sir,” she said. She was stirring her black coffee with her spoon; nobody does that unless their minds are. The girl actually thought to destroy him. Even now she was out in the city doing her best to work around the ties of compulsion that bound her to him in order to bring about his end. He could feel Mia's pain through the bond that she was actively seeking to betray. At the very thought of her pathetic rebellion, he threw his head back in laughter, heedless of the stares this drew in the crowded street.Even in such a bold undertaking, though, Mia had proven to be overly cautious, even timid..