Thelma was not a stunning star but she was absolutely a very beautiful young red head working at the Every Day Store on the Main Street of the communi...y. It would be just unfair to simply call her beautiful. She was made by the angels of high heaven with shoulder length red hair, and dark green eyes that were so deep that even a sober, mature man like Nigel would be lost in those for days. She would always greet Nigel with a big cheerful smile and a ‘Hello’ in her musical tone. Her relatively. “I uh,” a couple deep breaths later, “I’m Kyla Hamill and he’s my Dad, well step-dad actually, and he forgot something for his class at home.” I lifted the bag and patted it.She looked at the bag and with an apologetic look said, “I’ll get you a visitor’s pass.”She came back with the pass and told me the directions. I didn’t need them but I didn’t know if letting her know that someone who wasn’t a student knew the layout of the school. It probably would have been okay since I have my connection. After all, Trisha was beautiful, and that wasn’t just his fatherly opinion. Damon was on the short side, but after all, Trisha was petit, and Guy himself was only of average height. He also liked the way he was dressed. He wasn’t in torn jeans or low-hanging pants.Guy brought them into the house and sent them upstairs to stash their suitcases and wash up. He put dinner on the table and they sat down and ate. Conversation had been all about the wedding, with Trish doing most of the talking.Damon. She concentrated, trying to remember if there was one outside Bobby’s window.Yes. A big sycamore, with lots of level, horizontal branches.She scurried back to her room, mindless now of the creaks her feet caused in the floorboards of the hallway. She pulled on a thick, sheepskin jacket, then levered her feet into tennis shoes, without socks, and without untying them. Her legs she left covered with only her nightgown, so she’d have freedom of movement.She tried to get down the hallway without.