An unusual name, but she was far from that being a very respectful teen, that saw only the brighter sides to life despite her many woes to the contrar.... For her the first thirteen years of her life had felt like a dream, that sadly came crashing back down to reality when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many years finally divorced. The thirteen year old Annabelle had been forced to watch in confusion, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest as her heart-broken. Cal grinned. ‘Trust me. Just shut up and trust me,’ Cal said. Cal led them to two houses, each house had two stories, one was painted a pale yellow, the other a light blue. ‘Jess, Danny, you have the blue house. There are four bedrooms in each house, a full bathroom upstairs and a half bath downstairs. Everything is the same, the kitchen, layout, everything,’ Cal said. ‘Why?’ Danny managed to ask, rubbing Will’s back as he started to fuss. Cal grinned. ‘Because we aren’t equipped to have. "I think you're ready to fight Olga now. You look really strong, darling. Strong and beautiful. You are so powerful, Clementine! This terrible life of slavery is killing the rest of us, but it seems to agree with you." Yeah. I guess so!" she finally said. "I was always fond of the outdoor life and plenty of exercise. I'd sooner not be here, even so! And, yes I can take Olga now, but it'll be the mother and father of whippings this time. Certainly two hundred, possibly even more - who knows? I. Brett also got along well with the family and some of Kim’s friends that he met. He noticed a slight hostility when he first arrived, but noticed attitudes change during his trip around the room. It seemed after people met him and word about him spread moods softened. Brett was pleased to see that so many people were looking out for Kim, and even more glad that they seemed to approve of him. A few days later, when the funeral was all done, Brett found the house empty except for himself, Kim,.