I bury my head into her neck, holding her for a moment. I can smell her vanilla scent but pick up a hint of coconut and jasmine. I need to find out wh...t that perfume is. I feel happy.Suddenly I hear the front door slam shut and my brother loudly running up the stairs. He bangs on my door. Annoyed, I get up to answer it."What's going on?" I demand, irritated at being interrupted."Just wanted to warn you I've got someone back with me tonight," John grins. I look over to the woman behind him. It. "But there won't be any closing costs or points or any of that bullshit." How would you like your money?" he asked."A cashiers check made to the development company is best," I suggested.The man's wife asked in Spanish, "Do you think Uncle Tito will give you that much money?" He told me to find the house and just tell him what I needed. I'm not sure how much he thought I would need, but this is the best deal for us. The payments are low enough so that we can make them on my pay from the shop.". He has told me of what happened on that fateful trip, and I have seen the scars that still lay on his soul from that. That leads me to my one and only complaint.Please, sister, if you will let me claim that title, PLEASE, update your avatar to reflect your adulthood when you talk to Alex, whether in your messages, or in more immediate conversations. I venture to guess you do it because you want to still be that girl he wanted nothing more than to protect when foul traitors to your House. I was desperate to make her happy, to show her with my words and my body that her happiness is mine, too. After Paris, I began to understand what she had fought in her youth, saw just how it affected her and the idea that I could change that seemed too tantalising to ignore. It was a goal I had to set myself to. I developed a new kind of vigour in the way I cared for her, I left more notes, made her more cups of coffee, told her everyday that I loved her and wanted nothing but her happiness..