There was a cheerful meaning-well kind of feeling about Gemma.Zoe shrunk even further into the corner of the bed, if that were possible. As Gemma had ...sked I’d been interested and hopeful, but one glance at Zoe confirmed my suspicions. Zoe couldn’t stand crowds. Friday night at the student union club was going to be torture for her. “Thanks, but I think we’ll stay in tonight. Another time, perhaps?”Gemma looked from me back to Zoe and then her eyes settled on the floor in front of her. Her eyes. I painted during the day, finishing both Serenity and Rage, but other successful attempts to capture emotions on canvas eluded me. I'd come close with Indifference, but in the end, scraped the canvas clean and resized it, using a neutral polyvinyl acetate, rather than gesso. The cute girl at the art store told me gesso was all right for acrylic paints but recommended the PVA sizing for oils.Jason, the morning person, called me every morning on his way to the hospital until the doctors released. It was early, a Friday morning, and the gym was mainly empty aside from the hardcore weightlifting addicts. The gym was a catharsis for Eli. He had always been athletic, even as a k**. Now he was twenty-nine and at six foot two inches, he weighed 260lbs of solid muscle. He kept his light brown hair buzzed short and stayed clean shaven. He never touched d**gs, rarely drank and it showed in his clean lined musculature and face. He was handsome and intelligent, but after leaving the Marine Corps. Everything about him is almost an exact replica of Jon Sr.. His grin, the way he winkles his eyebrows . . . even his body language. Something in Kev’s face showed he was thinking about something other than how spectacular our son was. But it was a fleeting facial expression that lasted only a split second, then his eyes focused on mine and he grinned. “I also could not be prouder of our son, honey. He has turned out perfectly!” And he had. Debate team captain, full academic scholarship to the.