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Uncle Bob scolded him. It was Eleanor’s turn to send him a mocking smirk too. She escaped being caught by uncle Bob anyways. Their dad said the grace after which they all feasted on their meal quietly. Uncle Bob was the first to finish. He grabbed some mouth wipes and wiped his mouth. He worked his throat back and forth for a little while. Eleanor knew that moment he had something serious to say. Typical uncle Bob. “I heard you visited your friend yesterday…” he started, picking his teeth carefully as he spoke. One word at a time with a deadly calmness.

“Keep this to settle your nerves.” Could my face be so easily read? He handed me his phone with the emergency services number already plugged in onto the screen. I gladly accepted it and climbed into his car. I shakily fastened my belt while he got into the driver's side. I was still struggling with the shakes too much to be able to connect my belt, when he settled in. He took the belt from my hand softly and buckled it. The hum of the engine settled me a little more. I watched him carefully as he pressed a button on the steering wheel.

John smiled at me, his face full of relief, "Glad you stopped in to see us, you had my wife worried sick for all these years." Margie glared at her husband, "don't you have work in that kitchen?" He nodded and walked back towards the kitchen. Margie placed the bill on the table, "whenever your ready," she turned to me, "in my heart I knew you were fine," her eyes flicked over to Braddock then back to me, "he seemed to be trustworthy back then and I guess he is." Braddock placed money down on the table and with a smile nodded at her and she looked at me, "you will leave and go where ever you have been and not stay around here right?"

Samantha I was eagerly waiting for Russell to come out of the dressing rooms. A big smile on my face as I see spectators ask for him, waiting on him to give autographs. I couldn't believe it. Is this really happening? I mean, I thought this wasn't a big fight, it was supposed to be just a small fight. The big show was still happening inside, yet so many people had gotten out of their seats to wait on him. He finally comes out, next to Uncle Fred and his uncle Caleb. Fred looked so happy. But I could see Caleb's fake smile. I've always been able to tell when people are faking it, and this guy was totally faking his happiness for them.

She shrugged with a crooked smile that was so brief I wouldn't have caught it. "Still, you shouldn't be here. It appears as though you're looking for a husband already and yours isn't even dead... yet." The old man is not a saint. Most people know that Jonathan Bale is a cold hearted man. His ruthless business sense is the reason Bale Industries is at the helm of success but it also made him a cold husband and a strict father. It hurts me that he doesn't know me and it must hurt my mother that he doesn't know her either. He calls her a strange woman even constantly kicking her out of the house. "People talk."

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.