“I have an idea,” Sarah said. “How would you feel if we went over to my house? We could hang out there and get something to eat at my place?” ...he went on to say “Maybe a glass of wine too?” Catherine looked at her and considered the idea. “May I ride with you?” she said and Sarah said yes. They got in Sarah’s car and rode over. That’s when Catherine told Sarah her secret. “I’m going to tell you something personal. Sarah asked what it was. “Okay here it is. Every night when I get home do you. As I write about that summer, it forces me to remember those horrific days I spent in the foster home and the contrast I experienced in my new home. I had the run of the house and soon discovered that I could give orders to the maids and the gardener.My friends knew that my real parents were dead and that Mr. and Mrs. Harvey had brought me to live in their home. They were inquisitive, but I wouldn't tell them how my parents had been killed or about the dreadful months I had spent in the foster. I calmly strolled out into the hallway and shut the door without peeking back at them. I stopped just a couple feet down there and leaned my back on the wall."What the hell is wrong with her?" I sobbed, hiding my face. "I feel even worse than last time."I grieved for a moment and just stayed right there. I didn't hear anyone else walking around, but after that moment, I just began ambling towards the door.I mopped away my tears again as I reached the end of the hallway. "Fuck, I can't believe I. You know that we were best mates when we were at school together. How could I refuse to go with her on her Hen Night? It was good fun actually, I didn’t find it upsetting at all.’ ‘Well, providing that it’s only her Hen Night, Sally.’ Ah well… you see, Jeff… Um, that’s why I’m calling you so late really. We had a great time this evening and I… er sort-of agreed to…’ ‘Jesus Sal, you haven’t said you’d be her maid of honour, have you? I thought we’d agreed on that at least.’ ‘No, no, Jeff I’m not.