His hand reached for Lucia’s, and she gladly let him. Freddie’s hands were rough but strong, and warm like an early morning mug of coffee. The two...of them stopped talking for a moment, letting the moment they first held hands to occupy their thoughts. “Well, it looks like you two are getting along fine,” Amy said. Lucia hadn’t noticed that the brunette had returned to their booth. “But unfortunately, the girls have been denied any more booze here.” “What happened?” Lucia asked. “Well, let’s. I felt helpless, but what could I do? If I yelled at my mother, I'd get grounded for a month and ignored as usual. After a long while, the tears stopped and I remained where I was, feeling very empty inside.I didn't hear Nollie come up behind me, so the first inkling of her presence was her hands on my shoulders."I'm sorry," she said softly as she rubbed my neck.I twisted away from her touch and screamed, "You should be! You should be ashamed, too!"She held both hands up with the palms facing. ” Elaine was speechless and could only bring herself to roll her eyes. She wasn’t taking the bait, instead grabbing another piece of pie and munching on it. When she was done, she informed them, “I’ve got some stuff to do.” “Okay,” said Chelsea, eyes glued to the T.V. “See ya,” Kendra said. “Oh, hey?” “What?” asked Elaine, stranded by the door to the living room. “You were pretty brave. You’re all right, Elaine.” Elaine didn’t know what to make of Kendra. She never knew. “To people like you, blood is repulsive. That salty, iron taste. But to people like me… well, I don’t think “people” is the right word… blood is delicious. It’s sweet as sugar, like tea almost.”Turning back around, he threw the glass at the statue of Jesus at the back of the church and struck it in the face. Once he had had his fill, he stood back up and swung both of his arms. Obeying his will, the wires wrapped around Sister Olivia’s body in the tortoiseshell formation.“Watch out, folks! Rows.