The butler Cadbury was reading the headlines of the paper when young master Rich showed up in a pressed white shirt, black jacket, blue shorts, white ...hoes and red bow toe. "My word!" Cadbury explained. "The notorious E.G. Fizzle has escaped from prison." E.G. Fizzle?" Richie questioned. "Sounds familiar." "E. G. Stands for Evil Genius." Cadbury quickly reminded his young master, like a father would warn his own son."Oh, him." "I shall be out on an errand today, master Richie!" Cadbury said as. "I want you to go back and get rid of that cesspit, it's disgusting, and you live with me now."Carefully Barnaby put down his things, taking the matchbox and wandering back to the house. He loved the Smith house, even if it was rotting to pieces, it was a tangible connection to Jack, his only friend. With tears welling in his eyes, he lit a match, dropping it quickly onto the threadbare rug. The dry hall was like a tinderbox, and the floor came alight with a whoosh. Too quick to even grab. Mr. Hawkins came over to speak with us. He'd heard that Evie and I were going together to the prom, and had gotten wind of the troubles we'd experienced."I think it's inspiring," Mr. Hawkins told us. "Consider yourself trendsetters. To put it in a historical perspective, you're demonstrating the kind of resilience shown by the people who founded this country." Yes," Evie noted, "but I'm sure they didn't envision the difficulties we – and I – have faced. It kind of goes against that whole. I moved closer to her and consoled her by putting my hand on her shoulders.Me: Don’t cry he doesn’t deserve you. Leave him and take your children with you.Chetna: [Sobbing] I tried but my parents are not agreeing to it, and my husband told me he will kill me and my children if I dare to leave him.Now our bodies were very close to each other. My right hand was on her right shoulder pulling her towards me and left hand was caressing her thigh. She was not aware of my intentions, but she was.