Then suddenly Anita’s hand dropped from the bed on which she was sleeping. It was like she is in deep sleep and her had had slipped over and dangled...over the bed. For the brief moment as it came down it brushed my cheek. I am not sure what drove me, but I slowly moved my head and reached out to her dangling hand. Almost instinctively I slowly moved my face and took her forefinger into my mouth. My head still rested on the pillow, I merely had to move closer to her bed. I froze at the thought of. So she was going away for most of the summer, to some music camp. She'd done it every year. What was it going to be like without her? He had simply no idea at all, so what was the point of wondering?And yet something niggled in the back of his head: that he already knew. That losing her for the summer would be no different than now. After all, did he really have her now?"I don't," she murmured. "I'm going away for three months and I want to be sure you'll still be here when you get back."He was. I could make out the shape of a slight figure moving up the winding path. A glint of coppery, orange intermittently sparked between the leaves. Soon Angela’s pretty, freckled face came into view. She bounced towards me, grinning cheerfully, her ginger hair flopped messily yet alluringly across her forehead. It was chilly, so I was surprised she was only wearing a thin, sleeveless top. The cold air was making her nipples stand out invitingly. I tried unsuccessfully to prevent myself staring at. I can tell you what I did, but it isn’t an excuse.’ ‘Go ahead.’ ‘Your father had been working hard to get the business up and running. He was working long hours and not at home very much. I was getting frustrated with it and with him. I knew it was important, but I was selfish and wanted him to spend more time with me … and you.’ ‘I remember that much,’ I said. ‘You were arguing about it quite a lot.’ She nodded. ‘One night, I got a babysitter for you and went out just to have a break. I.