Separating our rooms is an extra room that we have our TV and X-BOX up there. So for the most of the time we just stay up there. Out parents nicknamed...it “The Den” We usually sit on the couch and watch chick flicks. Yeah I watch chick flicks, so what they’re funny. On the ride to school Julia cranked up the heat, obviously cold in her cheerleading outfit. I was dying from the heat in my warm-ups, which were sweatpants, a t-shirt and a hoodie. I didn’t mind though, sweating meant more weight. “Well, I don’t really know” said Jessie. “Apparently he loves watching all those crime dramas on TV and seems to consider himself something of an amateur detective. When I was telling the gang at the Mall this afternoon all that had happened since the wedding last week he got all excited at the prospect of a mystery to solve ... so here he is trying to solve it for me.”Bjorn listened to this explanation then gave a little shrug and said, “Okey, dokey. Sounds good to me. Let’s see what Sherlock. We neared my room, the pale pink door standing out with my name written in black over the frame. I tried pulling him to a halt, mumbling into his hand as we passed my room. Confusion etched across my face as we neared my parent's bedroom. We stopped in the open doorway, the white and beige sheets of the king size bed glowing faintly in the middle of the room. "This isn't your room, is it little girl? The pink door was your room, wasn't it?" My reply was once again muffled, but my nod was a. I showed him my sketch books and then pulled the cover off the painting of Allison. He sat at the foot of my bed and seemed to be lost in the painting for a good five minutes. When he turned away from it, he saw the three of us hugging each other. He stood and came to face us.“You know, there is no official church or state sponsored unions that include three or more people,” he said. “It’s too bad. I know you don’t have strong faith or a church background, Tony. I don’t know your backgrounds at.