But I'm sure he had your best interest at heart. You have to know that... don't you?" Yeah," he replied reluctantly after a long pause. "I know I'm pr...bably not all that rational about it. I just miss my dad, you know? Don't get me wrong, I love Raul. But baseball is such a big part of my memories of Dad. That was our main thing together."Collette moved closer to him and draped an arm over his shoulders."Hey... I can't imagine what it would be like to lose my mom or my dad, the way you and. With embittered patience, he had lingered in a nearby wood waiting for his time, his unique senses vindictively tormented by the cruel memory of the beating. There was nothing to be done but wait for his time of revenge!Now, he clung in motionless silence to the shadows of the overgrowth, his burning amber eyes piercing the surroundings. He watched the girl's approach and knew her from the time before. There was youth and vivacious beauty in her movements, his inimitable instincts told him.. I was raised by a single father, George Thomas, in California. I never knew my mother, nor have I even seen photos of her. My father said she died in a fire in our house in 1978 while he and I were out, and we moved to California right afterward to start over. All our memorabilia was destroyed at the same time. My parents were both only children whose parents died even before they got married. My dad was not the warmest most communicative guys in the world. He rarely talked about my mom, and. Peter, once he got past his fumbling was a very sincere and passionate speaker. Both guys were great people. I could not decide who I was more attracted to. They both had great eyes. Patricks were a piercing green, Peters a deep and alluring blue. They were both funny, well spoken, and to be honest attractive. I could also tell they were both interested in me. At one point they walked away together and went onto the patio. They seemed to be having a deep discussion. Toward the end they looked.