I was the one who overheard you and William talking about, well, what you boys did during that time he slept over here. And, well, I told your father...because I thought it was a sign he needed to talk to you about…those things you should know as you grow up. So, in a sense…I’m to blame for all this. I’m sorry, baby.” “Mom, please don’t call me that. And don’t blame yourself for anything. You’re just doing your job…and dad’s just doing his…” John said in a deadpan tone. “John, I. She opens one for herself too.Me: Cheers!Riley: Fucking cheers! Man, that was a crazy day.She is talking about the Supermarket scene with Liza and Broady.Me: Yeah, it was quite something.Riley: Is your sister okay?Me: Yeah, she’s taking the news pretty well. Pretty surprising if you ask me.Riley: Deep down, she must have already known what a complete fuck-nut Brody was.Me: Shame she didn’t realize it earlier. But at least it ended well.Riley: Brody spent the rest of the day redecorating his. " Shawna managed, after a moment, and the three girls just laughed, leaving Marcus to leave quietly and return to his drawing."Marcus?" he looked up from the kitchen table to see the three women staring at him, and self-consciously eased the sketch-pad closed, looking back and forth amongst them."What?" he finally asked, when it became apparent even to him that they were waiting for something."Are you OK?" Hope asked, quietly, stood in the middle. She and Shawna both noticed the way his eyes. The long winters were numbingly cold and the wind was relentless. During the absurdly short ‘summer,’ huge horse flies came out of nowhere and seemed impervious to any repellant other than the 80% DEET that could only be procured on the Canadian side. It wasn’t close to ski country—not that he skied. The only agricultural production seemed to be potatoes. Cheaper—and better—potatoes were coming in from across the border. In a futile fit of protest the potato farmers dumped massive piles of.