Mr Mwangi was taking attendance and his neighbor, a senior named Melissa,whispered, again. "I like your hair, Paul. It's really nice."Uncertain as to ...ow much pride he should be taking in his appearance, hesquirmed in his seat a bit, finally grinning broadly and saying, "Thanks.I lost my hair tie."She smiled back at him. He'd sat next to Melisa for more than thirtyweeks and she'd never so much as acknowledged that he was alive, letalone speak to him. This conversation had been a very pleasant. **Note from the Author: Special thanks to all of the folks who gave mefeedback on my first story, it was greatly appreciated. Now it 2 guys who were looking to use me as a cum dump and now we had to be on our best behavior.My dad and I had to go to church to bring that box Tank brought over and help my mom moving stuff at church. In the meantime my cousin Paul said he'll get the stuff out of the attic and pack up the station wagon. On the way home my dad and I stopped and got some hot dogs and hamburgers cereal and milk.The next day we all met at my house at 7 and we were up at the lake by 10:00 a.m. . It happened to. Claire.A fortnight passed and there was still no reply. Lizzie phoned and told Claire that Peter had received the letter, and was looking more and more wooden. He was like a robot, mechanically going to work and coming home, never going out or meeting friends. At weekends he did chores and then sat watching television. Sunday Mass was the only outing apart from necessary shopping and work.On the second Monday in September, Simon petitioned the court, and the court sent the petition to Peter,.