It's no shorter I just like driving through Wingham." OK, that's the way we'll go." She looked over at me. "Are you sure you're alright? We can always...stop somewhere for you to get your head together." No I'm fine, honestly."She gave me a worried look. "So what's got you so absorbed, that you can't even talk to me?" If I said it was the funeral what would you say?" I'd tell you to stop dwelling on the past. You were not to blame for any of it." I know that, it's just that the inquest was last. She missed her latest bike. She had almost broken it in, but now it was part of a chrome pretzel outside of the Polecat's camp. Her bike before that, a Yamaha that she had owned for years, was somewhere at the bottom of the Mediterranean Sea. She was hard on bikes. Actually, she was hard on a great number of things: motorcycles, clothes, furniture, men. It was regrettable and expensive, but it came part and parcel with her rather unconventional lifestyle.She was examining the bikes on her own,. Heather was putting away the clothes, and three separate times she walked toward the TV to pull out the DVD and forget everything. Three times. But in the end, she couldn't. She'd put too much effort into it. With most of the stuff tucked away, Janice entered the bedroom, wrapped in a huge fluffy robe."God, I needed that," she sighed. She looked around, "What are you up to? Putting my stuff away?" Just hanging up the clean stuff. Now that you're home, I think I'll let you deal with the dirty. Video games. Upside down from this angle, but still decipherable. Those too had been alien to her before she started to hang around with these two… Now she was indisputably better at most of them than either of the boys she called best friends. Somehow they had not only rubbed off on her, but brought out a whole new set of skills and interests she’d never thought she'd have… Just what had changed inside her since meeting them?She grunted, most unladylike, as a wave of pleasure rolled down.