‘You’ll thank us later,’ John proclaimed. I grunted a reply even I found unintelligible, but deep down I was grateful for their initiative. No-o...e would ever call them Exeter’s finest, but they were the best I had. I knew them all my life, and they weren’t like the others who stuck around, or left, for the bragging rights of knowing an internationally famous author. Neither of them had even read any of my books, a fact I’m still a little sore about. We head into town and pull up to a bar I. He directed her to less traveled country roads once they exited the freeway so that she could become accustomed to making turns into the proper lanes with less likelihood of encountering other cars.Amanda had to pause a few times to remember to choose the inside lane on right turns and the far lane on left turns, but she pulled into the drive at their Tennessee house in the early afternoon on Saturday, confident that she would be able to drive on American roads as long as she avoided any. This was something that my wife had taught them to do as little k**s. To be honest I was never a big fan of the practice. But I chose not to make a big fuss about it because I didn't want things to get weirder than they already were. My wife, ex-wife, could get really crazy about stuff. She said that it was normal in her country to kiss on the lips. Both the boys kind of grew out of the Habit once they hit their teens. I wondered if he did it out of habit because he was stressed about his. Annabel looked up slowly, giving Sarah a weak smile, blue eyes flicking to the mug that Sarah held, before resting back upon Sarah’s face. Sarah smiled to Annabel, as she came to rest beside Annabel’s bed, she held out the hot chocolate to her. ‘Here, this should help you get back to sleep I made it just the way that you like it.’ Sarah smiled again softly, hoping deep within her heart that it did help, that she wouldn’t end up feeling as though she had lied to the girl, as she felt she had on.