He shouldn’t have been surprised when Terry followed the vicar down to join the choir.The service began, Terry’s voice ringing out as they sang th... Christmas carols. Looking around the congregation, seeing the looks on their faces rekindled his faith in a strange way. The bitterness over his parent’s death washing away with the carols and the simple service.Outside after the service the vicar and many others in the congregation thanked Terry and made mention of Robert’s attendance, knowing why. My hand finds its way into yours like a reflex. You giggled when you squeezed my hand, and I dropped my drink. I want my skin to know the feel of nothing else again....And it's happening again. We're parked In the neighborhood, nestled in a cul-de-sac, shrouded by overgrown trees. And I'm stilled during what plays back as a frenzied loop through memory later on.It wasn't simply your hair, pinned back and nearly gleaming with captured moonlight. It wasn't the way you sighed when my lips grazed. She replied, ‘Well I asked him how I looked just before I left Frank. You know what the asshole said?’ I was afraid to question Carol on what her jerk of a husband had said. But she offered the answer anyway saying, ‘He told me that I look fat in the dress I had picked out.’ ‘What an asshole.’ I said. ‘You’ve got that right Frank, I’m married to a complete asshole.’ Carol said. Since Carol was wearing a long coat I couldn’t offer an opinion on her dress or how she looked in it, but I made a. She decided to peek her head in, given that Drew spent so much time in there. She wanted to get to know him better. ‘What are you still doing up?’ Hattie asked. Drew was seated on the pool table, throwing the white ball in the air. ‘Connor locked me out of our room,’ Drew shrugged. In the dim light, Hattie could not help but stare at Drew. He was cute, handsome even. He had short, light blond hair that was just long enough to run his fingers through it. His emerald green eyes were gorgeous.