Over and over. The the sound and even the feel of the rumbling eventually fade to white background sensation as I become accustomed to their constant ...resence. Over and over. I imagine every molecule in my body slowly becoming attuned to the sound, learning to move with it, until balance has been achieved. Suddenly, the lights wink out, and the rumbling stops. I pull my face back, assuming that my partner has broken contact prematurely again, when I see that the indicator on my scanner has gone. She hated Mondays. Two of her mandated Social Science classes met late on Mondays and they were the worst part of her week. Having been a student for most of her life she was well accustomed to be instructed how to think. What she resented about the Sociology classes was their contrary insistence on WHAT to think and also who to hate.“Hey, Vi,” called out Jenny as she walked in from the kitchen.“Hi, Jen.” Violett answered. She set down her backpack and looked through the mail. “How was your. You’re not going to sleep!’ Matt sat up quickly. ‘Why did you do that? Why are you so mad at me?’ He rubbed his shoulder. ‘You don’t have a clue, do you?’ ‘Because I said Kelly can’t go to the party?’ Kris put her book and glasses down. ‘Why did you ask me to move in with you?’ ‘That’s easy. Because I love you.’ Kris looked at him as if she expected more. ‘And I want share to my life with you.’ ‘Right, Matt,’ Kris said. ‘Share your life. How can I share your life if you won’t let me be a part. Storm."He made his way through the garden out onto the sidewalk where he turned right. At the gate, he opened it and walked along the stone path up to the front door where he rang the bell.Amanda put down the vodka bottle and wondered who was at the door. When she opened it she found the neighbour’s son, Chad, standing there, his body sweaty and his hair damp against his forehead. He only wore a pair of shorts and his feet were bare.“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Stone, but my ball ended up in your.