Why, she wondered, looking up at the ceiling, can't real life be as lovely as a book? With a happy ending for everyone involved? Why were there rotten...bastards in the world? Rotten scoundrels, who force young girls into doing awful, depraved and unspeakable things?She glanced at her watch. In less than an hour, she would be in the hands of one of the world's rottenest bastards. And she had no one to blame but herself. She listened. There were no birds singing in her lea. And no love strong and. It was followed by a day of laundry, yardwork, and inventory. Even the newcomers, Maria and Charlene, got into the mix. Maria was good with sorting laundry and helping figure the kitchen out. Charlene helped Linda and me with the yard work. Tressa was busy making something in the back room.It was certainly a tiring day, working, shopping, arranging, planning, doing all sorts of things an adult, loving, large family would do the first full day back from a vacation. Late in the evening, as we. Unday, June 19, 2005 (Continued)When Carol and I arrived back in the study, the parents were talking about the mansion-buying AGAIN - was there no end to it?They stopped, letting me say, "Carol's game has finished. It served its purpose and Carol lost the mood when she and I started talking normally..." Thank you VERY much for it," interrupted Carol. "I had a GREAT time. That was the first time I've been able to do that, and it was even better than I'd imagined. Especially thank you, Mark. You. Brody’s smile got even wider. She really was a Hitchcock fan. Sure, maybe she wasn’t the biggest fan of Sam Raimi or Wes Craven, but at least they had Hitchcock. ‘Well, the indie theatre down in Holland is playing ‘Rear Window’ tomorrow at 6:15. I was going to use this as an opportunity to educate you on the macabre, but it seems like you don’t need me to.’ ”Educate me on the macabre’? Holy douche bag, Brody,’ Michelle said, disgusted. Brody laughed. ‘Sorry. That was douchey.’ ‘You just sounded.