“Ross…what has gotten into you How dare you embarrass me and what’s more important Claire” “I didn’t do anything mum. I just took some pic...ures” “You know that’s not what I was talking about, and that’s another thing...what is all that about…you didn’t want a camera when I asked you if you wanted one for Christmas. “I didn’t THEN…” Mother came further into the room, shut the door and sat on the edge of the bed. “What has gotten into you son…you used to be…well a nice well-behaved boy…now look. "I noticed that when Jenna said that she was looking at the ring on my finger. I winked at her and just smiled. I asked what she wanted for breakfast."That egg looks good and so does the bacon," Marcy said. "I should try scrapple, whatever that is. I did not get any the other morning when you cooked it." Would you like that as a sandwich? Scrapple, egg, bacon and cheese on toast are really good," I said."That does sound good," she said.The rest of my family was getting up. I could hear them. You see my house key on the table by the door and can hear the shower running so you know exactly what I am up to. Putting your own things down, you walk into the bathroom. I am lost in my thoughts so I don’t notice the bathroom door opening. You quietly slide open the shower door and reach for the temperature control. I don’t notice you until you suddenly turn the knob to cold. I scream as the ice water hits my body. Opening my eyes I see you standing there. Smiling at you despite the. The d?cor looked more like something you'd findin a stately home."This is an English class," Miss Taylor-Bannister whispered, standingoutside a wooden door, "our third years. So the same age as your Imogen,actually. Miss Chester is one of our best young teachers. We found herup in a secondary school in Manchester, completely wasted. Her Fatherwas Humphrey Chester." The author? Really?" Louis asked, impressed."Wonderful man. He and his wife bring in a lemon drizzle cake when wehave our Christmas.