"¡Luke!" grite con todas mis fuerzas, estaba muy asustado, no sabia que hacer, solo golpeaba la puerta con mis manos.Él lloraba, yo mismo sentía el...liquido salado que caían de mis ojos, ni me daba cuenta que ese color rojo que poco a poco cubría la puerta era sangre que salia de mis manos.Al mirarlo a los ojos vi en ellos, miedo, enojo, calma y por último resignación, ya no veía la alegría que siempre tenía cuando corríamos después de tocar el timbre de la señora Ponze al gritarnos desde lejos,. ’ ‘Wow Houston? You moved from hot, humid and beautiful Houston to cold, wet, and dreary Detroit?’ I laughed a little and saw him smile. ‘Well its more of a job thing. My wife and I moved up here because her job transfer here.’ My smile melted when he said that he was taken. Thats when I noticed the ring on his finger. ‘I didnt want to move, because thats where all my f****y and job were and I love Houston. But I guess we gotta do what we gotta do right?’ he finished. I shook my head in. " No. But we're the ones at fault where Sarah's concerned." Really?" She said so years ago. We're the model of perfect love she has in front of her. We've been together as long as she's been alive." That's true. It's also depressing. Should we have affairs?" I hope not. I've got a different notion." I picked her up."Let me go, you beast!" No, my pretty, I'm going to wreak my insatiable lusts!" Oh, dear. What should I do?"I tossed her on the bed.Later, I asked Rachel whether Sarah had told her. "Okay, first, nice to meet you!" Lottie was smiling, rather relaxed. "Nice to meet you too!" He drank down some coke as he shook. Lottie was grinning, "You're cute, you ever been here before?" "Nooo.. noo, I don't really do nightclubs." Dean was so thankful that he could hear his own thoughts. Lottie's grin got smaller and became more of a neutral look, "Oohh, where do you go then?" "Just, stay home most of the time. A bit of a.. uh.. you know, a mole or whatever. I do like cafes though.".