I merely apologised and said I had nothing and continued walking.“Lying slag”, she shouted back. I turned around to look at her. “Yeah, you, y...u fat slag”, she taunted me.I took a couple of steps towards her. “I said I had nothing”, i replied.She came up to me now and stood right in my face. “Fucking fattie cow keeping yer money to yerself”!! She poked me right in the tit and that point I flushed red in rage so I pushed her hard. She fell back on her arse as I yelled at her to get lost. . Mr. Ingram awoke from a twilight sleep to the heavy beat of jungle music. He pulled his recliner up. The room was still darkened, lit only by a central mirrored ball revolving in changing color lights. Dots of color boogied everywhere. From a far corner, Maureen crawled cat-like across the polished wood floor towards Mr. Ingram. Her ass oscillated behind her as she stalked her ‘prey’ from across the room. Her loose fiery hair was held back from her face by a cat-ear headband. She wore makeup. She switched over to English and said, "Cote-des-Neiges”, which is a neighborhood off the Autoroute Decarie in Montreal, just a few kilometers from where I live. She pointed at my license plate.“I had to come over when I saw you were from Quebec. Are you on your way back?”I told her that I was, but that I had to make a stop outside of Boston before heading for the border through New Hampshire and Vermont.“Is there any way I could get a ride, at least to the border?”I told her that I also. Since moving here, Abbie has longed to go to it, but the one time she did, seeing all the couples together there, she stayed only a few minutes feeling so out of place. She knew it was a foolish attitude to take, but she just felt like such a third wheel.This is also true for Tim. He had been there a couple of times over the last few years. When young, he did enjoy going with his mom, and he realizes Leslie was there with them too most of the time. But when older, he also felt out of place.