..”“Oh! Okay!”We looked at each other for a moment – exchanging wordless psychic messages.I broke it by patting her thigh through the blankets...and standing up. “I’m making breakfast. Bathroom’s free. It won’t be for long.” I headed towards the door. “I have to wake up The Parents soon – I think they might be a bit slow to get up this morning.”I stopped at the door. “Oh! Liz’s father stayed the night. That means we still have a guest. So, as far as I can figure out Mum’s rules from yesterday,. Nothing I couldn’t handle though.” His smile echoed his sisters. “you didn’t look so bad out there yourself. The other boys on the field couldn’t stop looking at you.” He winked at her now blushing face.“Oh, stop it, John. You know I’m not like that.” She gave him a reproachful look that quickly broke under the joy of the heartfelt compliment. “Thanks. But sometimes I would like to disappear. All the attention they pour on me makes me uncomfortable” She whispered. The words Susan spoke to. I could not take back what I had said, I could not turn it into a joke for he was not a man to be joked with, I could not escape. He raised his arm, not to fight me — this would have seemed a ridiculous idea to him — but to punish me, and this punishment, I knew, after having knocked me down and handed me over to the guards, would make the death of the girl on the ship seem merciful and quick. “I am sorry,” I said, more to myself than to him, for he could not possibly understand what I was. You walk out of sight and leave me there for several minutes, figuring out what to do with me. You come and stand directly in-front of me again. I can hear the smile on your face in your voice as you speak. "Do you remember how naughty of a little brat you were before you left?" you ask, almost amused. With a blank, almost scared look on my face, I hesitate to answer, not sure why you ask that question, or how to go about answering it. "Well?!" you ask.. "Yes, I do remember." I blurt out.