She moved a hand back and forth over his eyes. They did not follow. She looked over toward Rory, "What do you mean he asked for it? Jesus Rory ... You...fucking killed him!" Yeah ... Well ... Shit! He was fucking you. What the fuck was I supposed to do?" He collected himself a little as well."So he was fucking me! It ain't the first time. Jesus, you didn't have to kill him." Karen's head was spinning."Jesus, Karen! He's your fucking uncle for Christ's sake! Don't you think it's a little weird for. All during high school we couldn't get her to wear a dress, even if we paid her. It always had to be blue jeans. But not just any blue jeans, mind you, no, they had to have huge gaping holes in the knees and patches on the backside as if her mom and I were too poor to buy her real clothes. Then, all of a sudden after she hit 18 she started wearing skirts, but not the conservative, respectable knee-length or longer skirts we would have preferred, mind you, no, she had to start wearing only the. Nice to meet you." I stammered back."I'll let you two talk in a moment, but first I want to introduce you to the poses you'll be doing tonight." Mr. Tsing said, interrupting my nightmare. "I know Sassy, that I told you it would only be one pose, but last weeks class was cut a little short so I want to give everyone 20 or 30 minutes to finish up on that pose and then we'll start a new one. The second pose will carry over to next week."I nodded trying to concentrate on the task rather than my. Jaz was long gone. Poor guy. He was left to fend for himself while I was in the hospital. He spent a day or two hanging on to Mom after she got back, following her everywhere. Then he remembered it was summer. He'd eat breakfast, go to one of his buddy's to play, maybe be home for lunch, maybe be home for dinner, maybe be home at night, then go to sleep. He always got permission to play with somebody else, eat a meal somewhere, go to the pool, beach, park with some kid and his parents, even.