Are they?Reluctantly, I pulled my eyes from her, and started taking inthe house. Sumptuous was about the only way to describe it. Imean, it could have...been furniture from Sears and art fromK-mart for all I knew, but only if the furniture had been handpolished lovingly for about fifty years, and the artwork hadtaken on a patina that only seems to be acquired by museumquality paintings.The place oozed money. It gleamed, it sparkled, it shone. Iactually saw a beam of sunlight come through a. All this time, I was just standing there paralysed with fear about what was about to happen."I came back from the party early," Joe said, by way of some explanation. "Sara was having too much fun without me." He paused and then ran his eyes over me again, this time his expression was not confusion but amusement and, I thought, I detected at least a hint of desire. "And it looks like you've been having some fun of your own, eh?" Um, yes, sir," I stammered, blushing red in a way that, had it not. I watch as she talks, but I can't hear what she's saying. She's getting really upset, walking back and forth as she talks to whoever it is. After a couple of minutes she closes her phone and throws herself on her bed, crying.I love my sister and despite the perverted nature of my fantasies. I don't ever want to see her hurt. I want to know what's wrong and help make it better. I go into the house, trying to figure out a way to approach her, without giving away how I know she's upset.. I walked around and looked out our handiwork, nearly a decade old and still standing, not bad. I crawled out again and headed back towards the meadow. What I was on the horizon made my jaw drop and my stomach jump.On the horizon, silhouetted by the descending sun, was a girl. She was leaned up against the oak I had been resting in what had only seemed like moments ago. Going on the shape on the silhouette I was certain she was wearing some loose jeans and a tank top, I could see the sunlight.