She quicklycalmed down even more, finding it hard to focus on exactly why she wasangry. Everything seemed so groggy... so distant."Poor Richie here re...lly needs help," the shrink told the other mansadly. "I truly hope that I can help him."Part 17Richie was still under the control of the strange voice inside of himas he walked down the street, a helpless puppet within his own body.Helpless to do anything except move where the voice wanted him to, justso that it could look around.After walking. I still remember the day he came home because I sped all the way to his house to see him. He looked pale and like he had lost some weight, but that is what hospitals do to people, so I didn’t worry. Life went on and Randy came back to school. We were back to our normal routine and life was great. Then, one night in March when we were talking on the phone, Randy was acting strange. He kept singing some little tune saying, “I’ve got something to tell you.” I thought he was just singing something. Our walkways are always kept pristinely clean so, there's no extreme reason to wear boots, even in the snow, during which our buses drop us off at the school's loading dock which stays warm and snow free due to it's heated garage.My knee-length pleated wool skirt keeps me relatively warm,especially where my turtleneck sweater is tucked in at it's waste, again, as required.My skirt is pretty,the required tan and brown plaid with faded red ticking ; the tartan of the school's founders.I wear a. Isabella sat in the back yard by the pool, in the very chair they had first made love in. She looked around at everything with a different view on the garden. It was her lover who had created the landscape she had taken for granted. He had worked so hard to make everything look just right and she had never truly appreciated it until now. She always appreciated that jobs, even the lowest, had to be done by someone but she had never thought someone as kind and passionate as Ethan would be one of.