Well... perhaps it was possible that the whole altering of reality hadn't quite gone off without a hitch.Sometimes Buffy thought she should be angry a...out the way those monks had messed with her, but other times, like right now, early in the morning, with the first rays of sunlight illuminating a sleeping Dawn's face...Dawn stirred, blinked and hazily focussed on Buffy. "Hey." Hey yourself." Have you been awake long?"Buffy reached out and stroked Dawn's hair. "Hmm, maybe." And you've been. ‘It’s not about trust, Karla, it’s about facts. I had a pair of my grandmother’s earrings in my jewelry box. Now I don’t. You’re the only other female who lives here, what am I supposed to think?’ By now, Karla was in tears. ‘If you just listened to me, and trust me when I tell you something, maybe you would blame someone else.’ Cindy looked at me. ‘Allan, you want to back me up on this?’ I looked at both women carefully, trying to find a way to help them find common ground, but instead,. He worked alone because the other scheduled boy had called in sick. He knelt and said the responses he knew by heart quickly and loudly and then sort of mumbled through the longer ones that he read from the card. Father Sweeny had to prod him to move the heavy book to the gospel side of the altar and to put the wine in his other hand, but he rang the bells on time and when they finished the priest smiled at him and shook his hand.His mother said she was proud of him as they walked home. The next big job on the exterior of the house was painting it. Mike nodded and said, “They did a good job. I hope they weren’t too noisy.”“They worked during daylight hours. That was a hell of a lot better than the loud music we used to get at all hours of the night,” Bob said. He had called the police about once a week to complain about the noise coming from that house. If it wasn’t loud music, it was shouting matches.“I’ll bet,” Mike said.“Anyway, the reason I came over was to let you know.