I sent the picture to her father. I know he wouldn't believe it.Two days later, I got punched in the arm by Angela. "You sent that kitchen picture to ...y father! I'll never live it down. He'll tease me about it forever," she complained.I rubbed my arm and laughed. "Boy, could she hit hard, " I thought.Her two weeks were up too quickly and she waved goodbye from the back of her limo. Tara put her arm through mine and said, "Dad, she asked me to save her Kate's Cabin for Christmas and New Years.. You know, the silly things siblings call one another.We shared a bedroom from birth until we were six years old. My father had finally landed a decent paying job with the Police force and we moved to a new house where Abel and I got our own rooms."Thank goodness I don't have to share a room with you anymore stupid face," he said and lightly pushed me.My parents were outside getting some of the boxes from our move and Abel and I were in the house exploring our new rooms. His was next to mine but. And Andre was quite respectful of her wishes. He’d been under her father’s employment for years and had been assigned to care for Victoria’s safety. If she wished to mourn alone he couldn’t slight her. Victoria was the picture perfect portrait of a daughter in mourning dressed in a fine black linen skirt suit by Versace. Elegantly kept blonde locks had been curled into a French knot and capped by a pillbox hat with the customary black fishnet pulled down to cover her delicate features. . People from other towns came too. The party was a mixed bag. Jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, brains, etc. Brian had a few of his fraternity brothers come too. Anywhere there was free beer was the place to be.There were kids playing quarters outside by the pool. Some kids were in the pool horsing around. Some were in the hot tub. There were people all over the place. Brian and his friends were upstairs getting high in his room. They would come downstairs sometimes, but mostly were acting like idiots.