Anyway, back to the story. The summer was coming to an end, as we only had a week left things were getting confusing. Kenny had been dating a lot, and...having a lot more drama, which only broke my heart more. I had decided to move out of my mother’s house, she had to deal with my 21-year-old brother still living there, so I kept my promise of when I was 12, and said. ‘Well Ma’ I’m 18, and I told you I’d move out.’ And there I was, moving into my very own apartment. I moved into a small, two. Unlike her old confidant, Doctor Stroud, he was not wearing a white full length laboratory coat, but a pale blue, short sleeved tie-less shirt and black trousers. Blue to match perfectly his eyes, thought Karen, and black to match his hair on his head and on his forearms and the backs of his hands. The Italian blood was obvious. He was sun tanned, and Karen remarked, just as Sandie had indicated, that he was indeed a very handsome man. Probably in his middle forties, slim and elegant. And he. So what happened last night? He asked me. She tried a little bud, she was a pussy about it though. She laughed her ass off though. So funny. Fuck you. She punches me awkwardly, and Matt takes off the same team hoodie, but its says basketball on it instead. Oh dude, did you get your letter jacket yet? Yeah, coach Jack gave it to us on the plane there. Its in the car. Got mine last day of class. Sick. You get any football offers yet? Nah, I dont think I wanna play in college. We talked a bit, and. ”“Too many options.”Walker and Pilar were concerned. Of course. But unless they were masking it, I didn’t sense any panic. I slanted the family report; Wexler had never really been a threat, hadn’t even drawn his gun, not this time. “I should have nailed him. Almost did.”Walker said, “Next time.”“Next time.”Vanessa’s understated observation was mild, “Busy on Genessee these days.”One of the SOS sergeants, a senior guy, got a Wexler hit the next morning. A security camera at the Costco gas.