It wouldn’t matter anyway. He wasn’t serious, anyway. He’d just laugh about it to his buddies after the hag ball. ‘I don’t need to tell you ...nything.’ She went back into the terminal room and gathered her things together. He leaned in the doorframe and said, ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘About what?’ She readjusted her bag. Denial had always worked before. ‘You’re rattled. If some guy hurt you…’ ‘Nobody hurt me. I’m fine…’ ‘Don’t lie to me, Jo,’ his words were low and menacing. ‘You’re not very good at it.’. " He smiled weakly. The nurse looked down and up, confused."But how ... what will you wear?" she asked. He shrugged again."You keep the robe for now," she said, meaning the fluffy thing he'd been walking around in these last days. "And the slippers too, so you can walk to the cab."He'd been at the apartment for maybe an hour when she called. He tried to sound pissed off."So you're home?" she asked."No," he answered. "You know very well this isn't home anymore." He assumed she was as surprised. She left on Thursday and my dad was to meet her Friday night, leaving us behind as the funeral wasn't going to be until the following week and my mom figured we'd just be better off at home. My parents of course left Rachel in charge and gave her an allowence for food and entertainment. Rachel bitched a little, but after my mom said she could have Nina stay over while they were gone to help out, she calmed down. Now Rachel wasn't your average bitchy sister, nor I the bratty brother, so we all. “Ok now. Kevin, you seem to be a worthy adversary...”I held up my hand and shook my head. “Sir, let’s keep to the issues, please; it’s cleaner.”He shook his head to clear it and then Abover groaned and sat up.“Damn ... what’s going on?” he muttered.I stood up and watched him warily.Fletcher looked at him and said, “A private discussion. If you can get up, please do, and leave us. You should have the nurse check out your nose.” It was bleeding.“I’m not going anywhere, and this punk will pay for.