. I'm not your fiancé, I'm your neighbor." But she just said..." I know, but it was the only way I could stay here. When I got the call that you were...in an accident, your dad called your apartment, that's how I knew. We talked about it, me and your family, and came to the conclusion that I would only be able to be in here if they thought that." But, I don't understand, if you're just my neighbor why would you want to be here" Because I care about you, a great deal. We haven't known each other. "I handed the gift to Pyx. "Fix her bowl."She nodded, and hurried to the kitchen.My youngest slave brought our food out at the same time as Vonda's.Her bowl had a base layer of potato chips. On top of that was a rueben sandwich on grilled light rye, cut in quarters, so it could fit in the bowl. Lying over the sandwich was a banana and a dill pickle spear. In a separate bowl was some Diet Coke and a straw.Pyx and I had the same food, except ours was served on a large plate, and in a glass.Vonda. Taylor was a sucker for a charismatic sales pitch. ?Miley’s name comes up, you’ll be the soundtrack to her barbeque. You’re name comes up – you’ll join the Twenty-seven club with an album that makes the times? Kurt Cobain? Who the fuck got to eat Kurt Cobain. That stoner didn’t bring about a Social revolution.? Tom back away from Taylor. She had the twinkle back in her eye. Her ambition was never seen, she wore the face of one who just loved to perform and she was being told a tale of her. There is Nick Peralta, my boss at Piquant Press. He has short black hair and is slightly taller than me. It took a lot of hard work to convince him to publish Holly's story The Heart Of Winter, but he finally agreed to get the ball rolling. There is Wyatt Hart who was my boyfriend in high school and will soon be going off on a grand pilot's adventure. There is the woman who is my best friend in high school, Holly Wright. She has shoulder-length black hair that is quite curly. Sometimes I think.