She paused few second. "How do you figure out, someone else thought ?" Jessica asked since she got little concerned about Sam."Haha! you shouldn't hav... seen them. you are getting suspicious." No I mean.....what if Sam watching those videos & don't want him to have crazy ideas...(paused)...jeez what I am saying.What if he tries to...I mean..Oh gawd ! I am not sure." "Don't worry ! Sam is a nice kid. The last thing you want is to put a camera in his bed to see what he is doing on inside that. It had actually been our holiday home, but when they passed away I took the house as my part of the deal and left my brother and sister to fight over the larger family home. To my surprise, Clara listened with interest to my boring story. I took in her pretty face as I spoke, her big hazel eyes and the splattering of freckles under her makeup. I liked the way she smiled, her lips widening and showing her perfect teeth. When I finally rambled to the end of my story, Clara placed her head on her. The principal, a transplanted Southern Californian himself, sympathized with her and gave her a fatherly pat on the shoulder sending her home.She sat beside Alex and carefully began to spoon the warm soup into his mouth. He swallowed gratefully and hastily lowered his eyelids to hood his thoughts when he saw she was looking.Renee sat beside him and held his head, rocking quietly and singing to him. As soon as he slipped off into sleep, she roused herself and began to get things ready for Fran's. It’s a city where minorities are the majority. Like Detroit, Houston, Atlanta, Washington D.C. and Los Angeles along with many cities across the United States of America. In Brockton, I made friends across the racial spectrum. My best friend Remy Pierrot is Haitian. My other friends Jesse Cox and Matthew DiMarco are Caucasian. Jesse is Irish and Matthew is Jewish. My buddy Kenny is North Vietnamese. We all hung out at the Westgate Mall on Friday nights, drinking our Pepsis and trying to work up.