And now I knew what it was when I saw it, and what it meant.I turned to look at the clock hanging on the wall above the sink in the kitchen... it was ...lmost 10:45 pm. I would have to hustle in order to get home to keep my mom happy.“I have to go Sylvia, it’s getting close to my curfew”“I know, I know”, she looked at me and gave me a shy smile, “I am hoping that you will be able to come and study with me again... I learned so much tonight.”“As did I”, I replied.We both grinned and giggled. “Yes, like I said. He gets the truth, delayed though it is,” she said. “I am just hoping he doesn’t go off on me. I really do owe him so much.”“Okay, you’re the boss,” he said. “But you say he is not the violent type. I’m being serious here. I’ve fixed a lot of faces of women who thought it couldn’t happen to them.”“Hah! The last thing I have to worry about is Lee Wyatt hitting me. He might do a little understated yelling, and I won’t blame him if he does, but that would be it,” she said. “And. The first grief in my day came from an unexpected direction. When the school bell finally rang, I dashed to the kitchen eager to craft some rich chocolate cake. I could taste the tender goodness, smell the warm, intoxicating scent in my head. It would be a long wait while it baked.It turned out to be a very long wait. There, standing around the open closet and opened ice chest were six guys from the hockey team. Their mouths were covered with dark sauce, and they pulled on the milk carton like. " So where are you going to fit the padlock then?"Trish took over. "Please, come over and sit in this chair, Err no, theother way around" I sat astride the chair with the front of mybreastplate leaning against the back. She knelt in front of me, took myhands and quietly said, "There isn't going to be a padlock. LikeJenny's bridal, this has to be welded closed." Then before I couldreact she held my wrists firmly against the chair whilst Veronicaquickly strapped them down. She then strapped my.