Still living at home, it didn't help that his parents were always gone on business trips for weeks at a time making the loneliness so much stronger.Hi... parents lived in a very upper middle class neighborhood with a sizable 5 bed, 3 1/2 bathroom house which seemed like overkill, seeing as how Brian was an only child left to his own devices most of the time. Brian was typically never home himself as he felt the house was too big for him alone and was constantly out doing odd jobs for his. From that moment on the outcast began to be drawn back in. Food would be left anonymously at the entrance to her cave; even little clothes for the two babies. Mothers saw the mother love in the girl and empathised. The two were twins, but not identical; a boy – Tristram – and a girl – Tristesse. Yet their names belied their nature, for they were both naturally happy children. The insults from the other children seemed to cause them little pain, the cold water to wash in made them strong, not. DRUMMOND!... LAURA!"Drummond withdrew from the girl but made no effort to cover himself or dress. Laura seemed embarrassed at first, but taking her father's lead, simply crossed her legs and turned to face her mother."Yes, Claire?" said her husband, his voice steady and in control."You've... you've..." Claire stammered, the liquor still impeding her articulation."What? Been making love to our daughter. You're absolutely right!" But... but... why would you... ?" asked Claire, revulsion and anger. Sawhim pack up the truck a few times and I think he took some of that old junkto the city dump. It's about time too. We were running out of space upthere and I wanted him to redo a couple of the rooms downstairs anyway.Make one into a sewing room for me. The other into a sort of a pantry." Didn't he keep any of the stuff at all?" I asked."From the attic?" she asked and shrugged. "How should I know? He was in anawful foul mood about something though since last week. I think it was.