“I went from living in a dorm to a home with Bill. He had someone who cooked for him and finding out the only thing I could make was breakfast cerea..., he kept her. There just wasn’t any reason for me to learn.”“I started cooking about five years ago. I got tired of eating out most of the time. First, I got a slow cooker and found out how easy it was to make tasty dishes without much preparation time. Then I started spreading my wings and learned to do a lot of different things,” Tommy. I was haunted by his death, and I’d forbidden Malachar from allowing me to forget. I didn’t deserve that luxury. I needed to have him haunt me as a reminder so that it didn’t happen again. I did ask him to help me to suppress the memories and imagery of chopping the Devil’s corpse up though. I didn’t want to handle those nightmares; they weren’t the same as grief.I’d used my own ability to relieve the burden of remorse and overwhelming sadness from the others. It wasn’t their fault any more. The girls wiggled their rumps as they were led out of their stall by the reins, and gasped as they saw the cart that awaited them. They were backed up between the shafts and wiggled their hips as leather belts were fastened around their waists. The belts were connected to the cart, and supported the 3 shafts that led to the driver’s seat. Sarah and Emily felt the longer reins being connected to their bits, and wiggled their rumps as they waited. Their blinders kept them looking around, so. I’m invited and you’re coming with me.” Wishes stated.“I couldn’t. I won’t know anyone there. And I haven’t been invited.” I was floundering for excuses not to go.“Point one, its an open invitation sort of bring anyone you like the more the merrier. Point two, you will know some people there, as well as me Carrie will be there and Mark. Point three, I want you to come, and if you don’t go then neither will I.”Wishes smiled smugly at me, she knew she had me on the last point. I would do anything.