My mom arrived that night. The normal teenage routine continued, going out with our parents or our siblings and seeing one a other everyother weekend....Sex was still going on. The would be time hed ride his bike to my house and sneak in thru my bedroom window... Before you knew it was summer & we are officially juniors. His mom had a big bar b q gathering to celebrate her boyfriend graduating. I went and it was nearly impossible to get him alone, I must admit I was feeling jealous of his mom all. " Tasha said, that enigmatic smile still on her face. "You're drunk, Tasha," Michael said, shaking his head. She laughed. "Yeah, more than a little. I think maybe I should go to bed." He helped her up the stairs, she was clearly more drunk than he'd thought, and to her bedroom. She turned at the door to face him, "Look, I'm sorry we fought, but I'm not sorry for what I said." "I'm sorry we fought too," he said, smiling a little as the tension between them drained. She pulled him down a little. "Hannah has told me so much about you. I should be able to tell who is who." He turned to Stacey. "You must be Stacey; that hair colour gives you away." He shook her hand "I'm George Hamsun." How do you do Mr. Hamsun," Stacey said. The man's handshake was firm and confidence inspiring."And you must be Eleanor," George continued. "Not a very impressive deduction of course now that Stacey has been indentified, but I would have recognized you from Hannah's description anyway - the harebell blue. “A big canvas that’s the same proportions as the wall we’re going to paint on. The subject is the same, but the presentation is different. Thank you.”“Right. What kind of paint do we use on an exterior masonry wall?”By Friday night, I was a zombie. I’d been up most of the night every night either working on the estimates and proposal or on my homework. I was up at six each morning in order to make it to my seven-thirty class. It hadn’t taken long for Wendy to decide that if she didn’t have.