The newspaper the next morning told the town that the next game would be against Ashford, so Tag had some idea of what to expect. Tag slept until noon...and ate a brunch that would have killed an ordinary man—there was so much to it. Nevertheless, he was ready to take Jane to the dance in time, and she was ecstatic to be going to her first dance in two years.About half way through the dance, a student at the local college had cut in on the couple. Tag was a little annoyed, but did not make a. Sometimes the memories had been a harsh reminder of the raw senselessness of the drunken idiot who wiped them off the planet. Now, five years on, the ache of their passing had dulled and he found the cottage had re-acquired the mellow feel that helped him relax. Probably to avoid thinking back too much, Chris had put his energy into looking ahead by making the cottage ‘green’. The remoteness of the location often resulted in long periods without electricity in heavy weather and Chris had taken. This last thing was a bit of a redundancy, considering that I had already planned on having Val stay with me through high school and then continue our plan to go to school together.I feel like an asshole for saying this, but the death of my parents actually made it easier for the two of us. Not financially, no, but rather in the sense that Valentine and I sort of...forgot that we were brother and sister. We didn't bicker anymore, we never fought - it was just peaceful. We grew incredibly close. I didn't want to change things between us."At that point, he had an inspiration, and asked "Then will you be my date for the Prom?"She could not look at him, and could barely speak. "N... no... I... I can't."Following his inspiration and Mel's comments, he pushed on, finding strength to maintain his composure somewhere. "Oh, that's too bad. I have been looking forward to that for a long time. Um, do you have any suggestions about who I should ask?"He knew when he said it that it was a bit.