“Damn its freezing out there” he said to himself. Bare-chested, Alex went back to the kitchen to set some water to boiling for a cup of tea.“Som... cinnamon and cloves I think will be just the thing right now” He said as he fingered through the stacks of tea bags in the wooden box his mom kept on the counter. “Maybe with a hint of peppermint” he continued, grabbing a candy-cane off of the refrigerator to use as a stir-stick.Their family was absolutely nuts when it came to christmas. The tree went. She had truly loved him and he her though he never known his father. ‘One day,’ she had told him. ‘Paul Peters will be known for something. Always remember that!’ ‘Yeah,’ Paul thought as he stood in the tiny loft of his apartment. ‘It’s stands for nobody.’ Paul stood just under six feet. He wore his dark brown hair long though keeping it in a ponytail much of the time. He was neither handsome nor plain. If anything his boyish features gave him a look that accentuated the natural creative talent. "Can it wait until after school? I need to get back to the children." Miss Philby, while you don't remember your past, I can assure you, you are no teacher. Your aunt is a wealthy woman, who I understand sent money back east to provide for your education. I believe she intended to offer you the opportunity to come to California, where she was going to sponsor your coming out celebration, but your parents died before she was ready to issue that invitation." Oh." Millie was at a loss. None of. The apartment seemed somewhat dusty to him, as though the place was now an old and tired relic ready to be partitioned from his present and parceled off to the junk heap of the past. The fingerprint of all of his struggles would most likely haunt the next unlucky soul who had the misfortune of moving in.Abandoning the place came with a bit of awkwardness as well, because normally he would have liked to have tied up loose ends before moving on. And yet realizing that the world was an ever-.