She could only tell them he was sick. ‘Yes,’ she thought, ‘sick in his heart.’ It was bothering her more than it seemed possible. She knew sh... liked him but didn’t realize how much until Bethany had broken his heart. There was no chance for her, she knew, resigned to her own foolish dreams. She glanced at Bethany Rose, sitting quietly at the kitchen table, reading the morning paper as if life were normal, at least, normal for what had been happening the last few weeks. Every now and then the. . I suppose you've seen all of me that there is to see already so it don't really matter much,” she said as she finally lowered her skirt over her sex. “True, 'though I did try not to look too much,” I lied. “Yeah, right,” she replied. Our eyes were still locked on one another's and a tension was building quickly. “Do you know what I was doing there?” she then asked, nodding to the old tree stump. “Pretty obvious, isn't it?” I said.”Don't worry, anyone can get caught short in the open air. Not. "I'm sorry, John. I didn't even think about Missy," she said. "Of course we should go see her, but only for a few minutes. You do need to get home and rest. I think we need to call the lawyer again, although that's probably going to have to wait till tomorrow, or even Monday." She touched a hand to my cheek. "We also need to talk about how to keep you alive till graduation," she said, her smile taking away some of the rebuke in the words. "Come on, let's go find Missy."One of the nurses told us. It all started when one day I went up in the attic and found out I could see Darla's room as well as the pool. They didn't have the spa back then. Anyway, I saw Darla most every night getting ready for bed. Most of the time she didn't close the blinds. After seeing her I started asking her out and eventually I was tapping her pretty regularly. I never told her I saw her through the attic window. It was the only window in our house that you could see through their windows. I guess you know that.