“Sorry,” he said putting up his hands. It reminded me of how Wes had done the same thing when I’d glared at him for grabbing my bag.Wes. Wes. We....It was like he was everywhere, like I was seeing him in places that he’d never been to, seeing him in my head, in my mind, in my eyes. I felt a deep sense of emptiness, like there were pieces of me missing, like Wes had taken them and kept them for himself. I didn’t even want them back. I just wanted him.We walked back to my car to eat. My car still. "Though alarm bells were ringing in my head, I replied as calmly as I could, "Fine, will the living room be satisfactory?" In private," she rejoined."There is no one else here," I told her, "And I don't expect anyone for at least a couple of hours."I walked into the living room and sat on the sofa. I expected Monica to join me, but she sat on one of the recliners instead."I will talk and you will listen," she started.I nodded indicating that she should proceed."Until recently," she said, "My. You were in shock, a violent and angry shock, but shock nonetheless. Anytime anyone got near you, you’d start yelling.’ ‘Except you?’ ‘Except me.’ He gave her a small smile. ‘You didn’t talk to Eamo before the funeral, and he let you be. About a week later, he convinced me to let him come over and talk to you. I thought it was a good idea. But then you started throwing things.’ Langdon frowned, ‘Really?’ ‘Yep.’ ‘How does he still talk to me?’ ‘You guys worked things out. Not as a couple, but. "Ellen..."She didn't look up, merely increasing her suction until I was right on the edge."Ellen!"At which point she pulled off with an audible 'pop', straddled me on her knees and, with her hands each side of my chest, looked intently into my eyes."Tom – tell me you love me?" You know I do, Sis, but..." Tell me!"I took a deep breath, still transfixed by her eyes. "I love you, Sis."She nodded. "Tom, I've loved you for as long as I can remember. I've never found a man who touches my soul the way.