"Practice talking to a girl."Zach furrowed his brow. "Do you just happen to have a girl on standby Ican practice with?" Um..." Liam hesitated. "You ca... just pretend that I'm a girl. How wouldyou talk to me if I was one?" That's not going to work man. You're not a girl. You're my friend." Just try doofus. I'd only do something like this for you," Liam said,standing in front of Zach sheepishly before clearing his throat, "Hi. I'mLeah. What's your name?" Liam said, getting into character.Zach. Sorry, anyway guess what something has changed.*Before he could think he said. ”Not that it’s any of your business but my mom named me Deondre, but everybody just calls me Dre. Wait what the fuck?” Dre jumped out of bed, head swinging to and fro as he searched frantically for the source of the mystery voice.*You’re wasting your time. Why don’t you check this out instead?*A virtual window, just like you would see in any role-playing game, appeared in front of him.*Let me cut off your inevitable. With what should have brought my family together, only strained ties henceforth. Some of my aunts and uncles ceased communication after her final breath, or they raged at one another over who was truly at fault for her "passing too soon."The person forgot in all the madness: my grandfather.Having traveled my own path in life, I didn't think much of the drama that pervaded family affairs. In fact, I actively avoided it. She was gone. No amount of yelling or avoidance was going to change that.. But she didn't. A tease, indeed, I reflected, sipping my coffee. Lissa pretended to be preoccupied with something on the desk."Can I help you with something?" I finally said, in mock seriousness.She laughed. "Mom told me to make sure that you actually get out of bed. She said you are notorious for going back to sleep." This was, perhaps, historically accurate.I grinned, and decided on the direct approach. "Unfortunately, my dear, that might be true. But I also regret to inform you that I sleep.