‘You’re lucky that I let you stay here… especially when I remember how you broke my father’s heart!’ ‘I saved your life tonight… or did ...ou not notice that?’ he hissed. ‘And as for your father…’ he winced, groaning from the pain of his wound. ‘What about my father?’ I demanded to know, too angry to care about his injured back. ‘How could you just leave like that Olu? Dad was devastated. He hasn’t been the same since…’ ‘Are you sure you’re talking about him? Or are you speaking of yourself?’. When they locked eyes, I saw the Speaker reach into his coat and pull something free. Steve's hand lashed out, even as his subordinates sprang into action. The Speaker found his arm held tightly by the Director of the Secret Service, as other agents placed themselves in position to defend me.The Speaker removed his hand from his coat and was relieved of a snub-nosed revolver. He stared at me with utter hatred in his eyes. I stared back, unwilling to be intimidated.Then I saw something else leap. I smiled and said Trisha might have gotten rid of hers, but Dana tooka couple also. He sent them to me. I went to get my phone but it wasnot on me. I said BRB and ran upstairs to get it. I picked it upalong with my wallet, keys, cigarettes, lighter and gum and the fairydust bag. I threw everything in the bag and ran down stairs. I ampretty amazed at how quickly I took to wearing these boots.We looked at the pictures, and Trisha made a comment about my posturebeing better. The other two. She must be pressing on a nerve or a pressure point of some kind because the pain is unbearable. He couldn’t hold out any longer. ?I’m sorry.? ?Oh, you can do better than that,? she said sarcastically. ?Now, with feeling, I want you to say, Miss Stevenson, I’m sorry I embarrassed you in class and I’ll never do it again.? She applied more pressure to his back. Steve had no choice and he knew it. ?Miss Stevenson, I’m sorry I embarrassed you in class and I’ll never do it.