. so ... right.Morgan and April stirred few minutes later. The girls trudged up the steps wearing the same clothes from the day before. Their hair was...a mess. Their make-up had long since rubbed off. They hadn't brushed their teeth in over twenty-four hours.They found Gabe in the kitchen. He was reading the directions on a box of hashed brown potatoes. A carton of eggs, some milk and a package of bacon sat on the counter. He was obviously lost."Good morning, girls," he said with a broad smile. Maybe she has Weetabix, soggy with lots of milk; she could eat that without her dentures in. I imagine her going out to work; she must have a daytime job I suppose. I can see her in my mind's eye, talking and joking with work colleagues, flashing her marvellous smile and every now and then curling her lips in and biting down to ensure that her dentures are firmly in place. She would choose something for lunch that wouldn't prove difficult to eat, maybe afterwards going to the toilet and. "Urgh!" she gasped. "It's moving!" That's normal, honey," Emma told her. "He's just getting hard, that's all. Don't worry about it and find my earring." Okay," the girl winced, looking dubious but proceeding. Liam seemed like he was in heaven as she kept searching for a few more minutes before she gave up and sat back again. "It's not there!" Isn't it?" Emma chuckled. She opened her hand and the little diamond stud was still in her palm. "Oh, you're right! Silly me."The whole group descended. She didn’t want me to think she was weak. She caught her breath and gritted her teeth. “Asshole.”I laughed. “Good. If you can’t be smart, learn to be tough. Because you’re gonna fucking need it if you don’t wise up.” We were getting close. I turned down a broad gravel road. I’d been through here dozens of times and I knew the roads here; I just hoped I had enough luck to pull this off.She turned her head to wipe the tears from her eyes so I wouldn’t see them. “You don’t have to be a dick all.