"How come you both turned out so differently?" It was now my time to struggle. "Not an easy question to answer, that one. But, Andy never forgave our ...ad for things that happened to us, I did. He feels as though the world owes him everything whilst I decided to honour our parents memories and make something of myself. I've never been out of work since I got a job. Andy however just took another path." "And the violence thing?" she prodded further. "You want the truth?" I asked, hoping she'd. Tall and blue-eyed, he was dressed in a monkish robe, dried wild flowers and birds’ feathers plaited into his gold hair. They had spoken briefly, until her father pulled her away and slapped her hard across her mouth. ‘Daughter, do not make eyes at him! He is a pagan, in the Devil’s service!’ She later learned that he was called Faun, and lived in the Grove outside the village. Even her religion’s threat of damnation could not stop her from longing for him, she loved the pagan man. ‘Upon that. "The show, for sure!" she whispered to Michael. He looked up and saw a skinny girl, long brown hair walk towards them. What stood out was the little plaid school girl outfit she wore; the skirt way too short to be allowed in any school they had ever attended!"No fair!" he whispered back to her. "That was an easy one!"Sure enough she entered through the door. Their own group grew and soon, once again, Michael took initiative and opened 2592 to see if they were ready to admit everyone. Fedora man. .."Tami grinned. "Mom's in Wenatchee. She said I could spend the night. I may have forgotten to mention your parents were gone."I grinned right back at her. "And what happens if I only finish fourteen-and-a-half?"Tami sighed. "Then I guess I spend the night in Traci's room like Mom expects."I turned back to my computer and started typing. I wasn't sure it was going to be coherent, but there was damn well going to be more than fifteen pages.About an hour later I wrote END OF ACT TWO and saved.