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The next day, Landon was so nervous about his dinner with Bryce that he almost didn’t go. Halfway through the meal, however, he was very happy that he did. Bryce arrived looking fantastic in a well tailored black suit and a button up that matched his eyes, which was untucked with the top two buttons popped. He smiled easily at Landon when they were face to face in the lobby of the restaurant, and he placed his hand on Landon’s upper arm as he leaned down to press a soft, quick kiss on Landon’s left cheek.

“I’m glad you came.” Bryce told him, and Landon nodded, not really trusting his mouth. He hadn’t thought of Bryce as his type, but he was pretty sure he could get on board with the idea after seeing him dressed like that.

They sat down, making general small talk about their days, which Landon edited to leave out all the panicking. Bryce ordered them a bottle of wine, and then they talked over the menu for a while. Landon decided on the red snapper dish, figuring that since red snapper was probably his favorite fish it was safe. Bryce chose a spicy scallop dish, and after they ordered they fell in a comfortable conversation. Landon found they had plenty of things in common; books and specific authors, their general disdain for television. Bryce liked hiking, which surprised Landon a little, and when they somehow stumbled onto the topic of anthropology, Landon was pretty excited. He’d gone to college for anthropology, and it turned out that Bryce was finishing up a bachelor’s in it. They talked over each other a lot, which Bryce found amusing, and when their food arrived Landon realized he was enjoying Bryce’s company very much. They continued talking during dinner, and the topic flowed from anthropology to their respective religious backgrounds. Bryce told him vaguely of growing up in an Episcopalian household, and Landon confessed to being a catholic school kid.

“You’re catholic?” Bryce asked, looking startled.

“Good God no, I went to catholic school.”

Bryce burst out laughing at this. Landon grinned and sipped his wine. He’d had quite a few glasses, and when he asked Bryce to refill his glass, Bryce tapped the bottle with the tip of one finger and pronounced it empty.

“I killed that whole bottle off?” Landon asked, confused, and Bryce chuckled, nodding. “Wow. I don’t feel tipsy at all.”

“Tipsy?” Bryce asked, arching an eyebrow. “You use the word tipsy?”

“I’m twenty seven.” Landon pointed out. “My slang and your slang are probably very different.”

Bryce half smiled. “That sounded like an old dig.” he said jokingly.

They finished up their dinner, and after a brief argument, Landon consented to letting Bryce pay the bill. As they walked out to the parking lot together, Landon said, “I had a lot of fun tonight, Bryce, thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, I enjoyed myself as well.” Bryce walked him to where he’d parked near the back of the lot. Landon fished his keys out of his pocket, but Bryce startled him by taking his wrist. “You’ve had quite a bit to drink.” he said gently. “Perhaps you should let me drive you home.”

“How would you get home?” Landon asked, frowning.

“I could just take a cab back here and pick up my car.” Bryce said with a shrug. “I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. Even if you don’t feel tipsy-” he smirked when he said this, “-if you happen to get pulled over…”

“Good point.” Landon agreed. He noticed then that Bryce still had hold of his wrist and looked up to meet Bryce’s gaze. “My hand.” he said, rather stupidly.

Bryce half smiled, and his thumb stroked across Landon’s pulse. “Yes, that’s what that is.” he said teasingly. “Maybe you’re not drunk after all.”

“Oh ho, very funny.” Landon quipped. Bryce stepped towards him, and since there was almost no space between them to begin with, Landon stepped back, startled when his back hit the car with a soft thump. “Bryce-”

Bryce leaned down, cutting his words off with his lips. The kiss was soft, almost too gentle, and since he was still holding Landon’s wrist his arm ended up pinned between their chests. Bryce broke the kiss off, rested his forehead against Landon’s for a second, then leaned back, smiling.

“Oh.” Landon mumbled, studying Bryce’s face.

“Was that okay?” Bryce asked, and Landon nodded slowly. “Should I drive you home?”

“Okay.” Landon handed over the keys, then allowed Bryce to open the passenger side door for him. Bryce got in the driver’s side and started the car. “Can I ask you something, Bryce?”

“Sure.” Bryce said with a little shrug.

“Why did you ask me out?”

Bryce half smiled. “Honestly? I mean, besides the fact that you’re absolutely gorgeous?” Landon made a pleased humming sound at the compliment. “It was because of Eleanor.”

“What do you mean?” Landon asked, frowning a little.

Bryce shook his head and fastened his seat belt, and after a moment Landon did the same. “Eleanor’s a smart girl.” he said, starting the car. “But she’s hard to get to. She’s not very trusting of people. So I figured that if you somehow managed to enchant her so completely, then there might be something very special about you.”

Landon grinned. “You rehearsed that.”

Bryce laughed. “Maybe a little.” he admitted.

“What’s your conclusion?” Landon asked. “About me, I mean.”

Bryce glanced at him as he drove. “I think that there’s something special about you for certain.” he said, and Landon’s smiled widened. “Can I ask why you agreed to go out with me?”

Landon didn’t think the honest answer would get him very far, so he thought for a while before finally saying, “Because I’m lonely.” he didn’t really realize until he’d said it just how true it was. “Because it’d been a very long time since someone took an interest, and even though you’re not my type, I thought perhaps I could enjoy myself for once.”

Bryce didn’t seem to take offense to this, which Landon was very grateful for. “Did you?” Bryce asked.

“Enjoy myself?” Bryce nodded. “Yes. Very much.” On impulse, Landon reached over and put his hand gently on Bryce’s arm. Bryce shot him a pleased glance, and the rest of the drive passed in comfortable silence.

When they pulled into the driveway and Bryce shut off the car, he half turned in his seat and smiled at Landon. “Perhaps we could do this again sometime.” he suggested, and Landon caught the flicker of hope and nervousness in the teacher’s bright blue eyes.

“I’d like that.” Landon agreed.

Bryce smiled, and a moment later Landon found himself being kissed again. It was firmer this time, Bryce’s mouth working slowly against his as he skated the tips of his fingers along Landon’s jaw line. Landon enjoyed it very much, and was a little sad when it ended. Bryce got out of the car, actually hurrying around the front to open Landon’s door for him. He handed the keys back.

“I think I’ll wait outside for my cab.” Bryce told him. “Thank you for tonight, Landon.”

“I’m glad we did this.” Landon said. “call me when you’d like to go out again.”

“I will.” They said good night and Landon went in through the back door. He was smiling stupidly and he knew it, but he couldn’t help it. After the last couple of days, he’d really needed some stress free time. This was exactly what he’d needed.

He set his keys down in the glass bowl on the kitchen counter, careful not to make too much noise. It wasn’t late, but he knew the girls were asleep.

“Did you have a good time?” Dean asked from the doorway, startling him so badly he let out a girlish shriek. He turned, annoyed with his brother-in-law for sneaking up on him. Dean was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked like he’d just gotten out of the shower; his hair was plastered to his forehead in dark stripes, and he was wearing a black tee shirt and his blue plaid pajama pants.

Obviously, Landon was drunker than he thought he was, or perhaps just being touched intimately after all this time had made his brain a little stupid. Because Dean looked fantastic. He swallowed thickly, annoyed with himself that his plan had not worked. He was usually so good at controlling his physical reaction to Dean.

“It went fine.” he said shortly, moving to get a glass of water. “How are the girls?”

“Asleep.” Dean said quietly, not moving. “Have you been drinking?”

“Yes.” Landon told him. “Why?”

Dean shook his head and turned, disappearing into the dark hallway that lead to the den. Scowling, Landon followed after him, glass in hand. He stepped into the den just as Dean flopped down on the couch, sprawling his legs out in front of him. “Dean, what does it matter if I’ve been drinking?” he asked, annoyed.

Dean shrugged, not looking at him. “Hey, you’re an adult. You can do whatever you want.”

Landon looked around the room and noticed the multiples empty bottles on the side table. “Looks like you’ve had a few yourself.”

“I’m an adult, too.” Dean pointed out. “You gonna see him again?”

“Maybe.” Landon said vaguely. “Would it matter?”

Dean chuckled. “What makes you think I care either way?”

“Why would you bother to ask?” Landon countered.

Dean sighed. “I’m not looking for a fight with you.”

“Weird, you sure as hell sound like you are.”

Dean got up and came across the room so quickly it startled Landon into backing up. His back his the wall, and he thought idly how this was a little too close to the encounter with Bryce for his comfort. Dean was all up in his personal space.

“Does everything have to be a fucking snide remark with you?” Dean glowered down at him.

“Yes.” Landon said, unable to help it. “It’s in my nature.”

“It’s fucking annoying.” he said. “Maddy was the same way, always so damn sarcastic.” Landon gaped up at him, astounded and hurt that he would compare him to his sister. “Hell, you even look like her.” Dean said, making it so much worse.

Landon fought the urge to throw the glass of water he was still holding in Dean’s face. “Get away from me.” he snarled, pushing past Dean in an attempt get upstairs and away from him. Dean grabbed his arm, making him slosh water all over the floor. “Damnit, Dean-”

“I know what I said.” Dean grumbled, making Landon stop. “About not getting in your business. About not getting involved with this dating thing.”

“Let go.” Landon yanked, but Dean didn’t remove his hand.

“I know I said that.” Dean repeated. “I just think you’re making a mistake.”

“Oh, really?” Landon asked, scowling up at his brother-in-law. “The mistake I made was thinking I could actually have a civil conversation with you anymore. You’ve been all fucked up lately.”

“Yea.” Dean nodded. “Guess so. But it doesn’t change what I think. The girls need you, Lan.” he sighed, his fingers loosening. “Hell, I need you.”


Landon’s stomach flipped. “Dean-”

He let go abruptly. “Just… don’t disappear on us, okay? Don’t get all wrapped up in your new boyfriend and forget.”

“I would never do that.” Landon said, shocked. “You know I wouldn’t-”

“I don’t know anything.” Dean cut in. “Maddy cheated on me for six months before she left, and I never knew. I’m just…” he sighed and stepped away. “I’m not ready to do this on my own, okay?”

“Okay.”

Dean nodded, then turned and left the den. Landon heard him go upstairs and into his room. He looked down at the spilled water on the carpet and sighed heavily.
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The next morning, Landon and the girls made waffles while Dean slept in. When they were ready, Landon got the girls settled, made Dean a plate and a cup of coffee and took it upstairs. He didn’t bother to knock, since he knew that Dean would be in something of a foul mood, if he’d drank as much as Landon thought last night. He was feeling a little sick himself, but nothing serious.

Dean was sprawled out on his stomach, his shirt removed, but he wasn’t snoring, so Landon knew he was awake. “Hey.” Landon said, lifting his foot to nudge Dean in the side with his toes. “Sit up. I come bearing waffles and caffeine.”

“Oh God, I love you.” Dean mumbled into his pillow, then pushed himself up on his elbows. He was a little bleary eyed, but he was smiling. He sat up, watching Landon set the plate down on the side table and then hold out the coffee cup. Dean took it, draining most of in one gulp. “I feel awful.” he said after swallowing.

Landon dug a bottle of aspirin out his pocket, earning a blissful look from Dean. “Thought you’d feel a little rough this morning.”

Dean accepted the pills Landon shook out onto his palm and finished off his coffee to wash them down. Landon took the mug back, smiling a little. “I’ll get you some more.”

“No, it’s fine.” Dean said. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Stay in bed until the pills kick in.” Landon told him. “Ellie’s mouth is on super speed this morning.”

“Good point.”

“I’ll be right back.” he went downstairs with the empty cup.

“Can Abby take us to the park today?” Eleanor asked as soon as he stepped into the kitchen. “I want to swing and play on the slide and Hannah said she’d show me how to use the monkey bars and I really want to-”

“Okay, okay.” Landon cut in, and Abby cast him a little grin. “You don’t mind?”

“No.” Abby flushed a little. “I wanted to meet Josie there, anyway. I won’t mind taking them. I know Dad’s…” she stopped, then made a discreet tipping motion towards her mouth. Landon nodded at Eleanor.

“YAAAY!” she screamed, making everyone wince.

“Finish your breakfast first.” Landon said. “And rinse your dishes before you go. If there’s dried syrup all over those plates, I’m making you guys wash dishes by hand all week.”

He got a refill for Dean, grabbed his own cup, and went back upstairs. Dean was mostly finished with his waffles by the time Landon came back in. “You’re the only person I know who is ever that hungry while hung over.” he remarked, holding out the mug.

Dean took the mug, and Landon sat down on the window ledge by the dresser. “What was Ellie squealing about?” he asked.

“Abby’s going to take the girls to the park after breakfast.” Dean nodded. “Should be nice, some quiet time, hmm?”

“Yea.” Dean said with a shrug. “I guess.” he set his plate aside. “Lan, listen, we should talk.”

Landon sighed. “Okay.” he was immediately on guard.

Dean adjusted on the bed, sitting cross legged with his pillow over his lap. He held his coffee cup in both hands. “I know I keep apologizing for being a jerk, and then I turn around and act like a jerk again.” Landon chuckled and agreed with a nod. “I know you feel like I don’t appreciate everything you’ve done for us. I know I’m just making everything harder on everyone.” Landon said nothing, knowing that Dean needed to say what he had to say. He just sipped his coffee and he listened. “The truth is, something’s different lately, and I can’t figure out what it is. I’m letting that frustration out on you, and I know how fucked up it is for me to do. I want you to know how sorry I am, and how much I’m going to try to stop acting like a giant prick from now on.”

“Okay, Dean.” Landon said softly.

Dean looked at him. “Why are you always so forgiving?” he asked, and even though it was just a question Landon scowled. “You never get mad and yell.”

“I got mad and yelled the other day.” Landon reminded him. “I think I met my quota for the season.”

Dean chuckled. “You have a lot of patience for me. I’m grateful, I really am.” Landon nodded again. “I need you to help me with something, Lan.”

“What’s that?”

“I took Monday and Tuesday off of work.” he said. “While the girls are at school, I need to get rid of all of her things.” Landon looked surprised. “I’m not going to throw them out. I’m going to pack it all up and put it in a storage unit until I can figure out what to do with all of it. I just need it out of the house.”

“I understand.” Landon told him. “I have no problem helping you. But, Dean…” he sighed and trailed off for a moment. “Dean, getting her shit out of the house isn’t going to make you get over her.”

“I know.” Dean said. “But it’s a start.”

“Then let’s start now.”

Dean looked surprised. “What?”

“The girls are gone. There’s empty boxes in the attic. Let’s start now.”

“I’m hung over. You told me to stay in bed.”

“Then we’ll start in here.” Landon stood up, setting his coffee cup on the ledge he’d been perched on, and went to the closet. “I know you keep boxes of pictures in here. You go through those while I pack up her clothing.”

Dean sighed. “Landon-”

“Come on, Dean.”

Dean was silent for a while, but eventually he nodded. “Okay.” Landon brought him a stack of shoe boxes full of photographs before heading upstairs to get the boxes. He glanced out the window, making sure Abby’s car was gone, before bringing them down.

They spent a good hour in silence as Landon dumped stack after stack of clothes into boxes and bags from the closet and the dresser. Dean sat on the bed, sorting through the pictures, his jaw set and his eyebrows drawn together. As Landon was closing the bottom drawer, Dean startled him by bursting out laughing.

“What?” Landon asked, standing up. Dean, still laughing, held out a photograph between his first two fingers. Landon took it, looked at it, and groaned. “I had no idea she kept this.”

“What the fuck is going on in that picture?” Dean asked him, grinning. “You look like a rag doll.”

“My father threw me off the dock. Maddy had really good timing with the camera. Or bad, in this case.”

Dean, still chuckling, flipped through the next couple pictures. “You were fat?”

“As a little kid.” Landon said defensively. “I slimmed out by fifth grade.” Dean grinned at him, holding out another picture. “What now?” he took it apprehensively. “Oh God. I’m throwing this out.”

“Don’t.” Dean tried to snatch the picture, and Landon darted away. “Give it back, it’s cute.”

“It’s not cute.” Landon scolded. “It’s embarrassing. It’s emotionally scarring.”

“You look great in lipstick, Lan.”

“I’ll kill you.”

Dean, laughing, caught Landon by the arm and yanked. Landon’s feet got tangled together and he went down hard, mercifully onto the bed, although he landed on one of the shoe boxes, which dug painfully into his kidney. Dean pried the picture from his fingers.

“Was this Halloween?” he asked, holding Landon down by his chest and keeping the picture out of reach.

“No, it was prom.” Dean roared laughter. “Shut up, I was experimenting.”

“You wore a dress to prom?”

“Yes, and my best friend Angela, who I went with, wore a suit. Now give me the damn picture.”

Dean was laughing hysterically by then, and Landon used the distraction to lunge forward and snatch at the picture. He missed entirely, barreling face first into Dean and sending them both flying off the edge of the bed. Landon somehow got twisted and landed first, and Dean came crashing down on top of him, making a surprised grunting sound. He was still laughing, though, and Landon sighed dramatically.

“Get off, you weigh a fucking ton.” Landon shoved at his shoulder, and Dean pushed his weight up on both hands. His hair brushed against Landon’s face, his breath ghosting against Landon’s skin, and he turned away from it, a shocked little surge of lust shooting through him. “Move.” he said, more forcefully, and Dean got up. Landon laid there for a moment, rubbing his aching ribs, and then looked up at the offered hand Dean was holding out. Landon took it, scowling, and let Dean pull him to his feet. He caught the strange look on Dean’s face, an unreadable look. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

Dean let go of his hand and turned back to the photograph littered bed. “Nothing.” he said quickly. Landon almost pursued it, but the phone’s abrupt ring changed his mind. He got the phone off the side table before Dean did.

“Masters residence.”

“Landon?”

Landon’s stomach did this awkward little flip thing. “Hi, Bryce.” he caught the tensing of Dean’s shoulders out of the corner of his eye.

“Are you busy today?” Bryce asked. “I thought maybe we’d-”

“I’m sorry Bryce, this is sort of a bad time.” Landon heard the disappointed sigh on the other end. “Can I call you back in a little bit?” Bryce agreed, and Landon hung up the phone.

“Why’d you do that?” Dean asked him, resuming his sorting.

“I’m trying to help you right now.” Dean said nothing, simply shuffled through a stack of photos. Landon glowered at him. “Why the sudden sulking?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Dean said tightly.

“You know exactly what I mean. One minute we’re fine, actually getting along for once in a long time, and all of sudden-”

“If you wanted to go out with your boyfriend, you should’ve.” Dean told him flatly, his voice twisting at the word ‘boyfriend’. “I can do this myself.”

“You asked for my help. Why would I blow you off?” Dean just shrugged. “At least we know where Hannah gets her mood swings.”

“You’re so petty sometimes.” Dean said, so casually that Landon wanted to smack him.

“Can we get through one conversation without arguing?” Landon asked him. “Please?”

Dean sighed and tossed the handful of photos down. “I swear to God, my wife leaves me and her brother assumes her nagging rights.”

“Stop fucking doing that!” Landon shouted, so loud that Dean flinched and looked up, startled. “The next time you compare me to Maddy, I’m going to-”

“What?” Dean yelled. “Do what, Lan? Leave?”

“I’m not Maddy!” Landon screamed at Dean.

“Then stop fucking acting like her!” Dean roared. “Fucking Christ, Lan, if you’re going to act like my fucking wife, I should at least be getting laid once in a while.”

“So sorry to remind you, but I’m the wrong fucking flavor.” Landon shot back. “But hey, you ever feel like experimenting, you come on up to the attic and I’ll-” Dean was up off the bed and had grabbed him before Landon had even gotten his mouth to stop running. His hands clamped down on Landon’s biceps hard enough to make him whimper in pain.

“Shut the fuck up.” Dean snarled down into Landon’s face.

“You started it.” Landon muttered. Dean was hurting him, and scaring him, but he’d be damned if Dean thought he’d back down. “You say I act like your wife, but who got their panties in a knot and starting behaving like a jealous fucking boyfriend as soon as I started seeing someone?” he saw something flicker in Dean’s eyes, and that screwed up vindictive streak in him came out in full force. That side of him he‘d spent all these years hiding, that part of him that had always gotten him into trouble; the need to hurt people the way he was hurting, the enjoyment he got out of making people just as miserable as he was. “Fuck, Dean, maybe I am the right flavor. Is that why she fucked around on you? Huh? She started screwing around right after I got here, didn’t she?” Dean had his upper arms, but he could still use his hands. He slid one up Dean’s chest, and even though he was ready to kill Dean he was so angry, he still liked the feel of it a little too much. Dean’s eyes were huge. Landon flashed him a secretive little smile. “Come on, Dean.” he whispered hoarsely, his voice dripping with innuendo.

Dean let go of him so abruptly he almost fell. Still, the agonized, almost horrified expression of his brother-in-law’s face didn’t make Landon feel bad at all. “What the fuck…” Dean shook his head and took a step back. “How can you act like that? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Landon smirked. “I think you’re the one with the problem, sweetheart.” he said. “You’re constant comparison of me to your wife’s got me thinking that maybe that was what ran her off in the first place. You call her the wrong name one night, maybe? It’s dark and you squint a little, hell, she was skinny enough. Even with the age difference people always though Maddy and me were twins.” he took a step towards his brother-in-law, glad he’d made him so upset, glad he’d gotten under his skin. “Should’ve said something months ago, Dean. I would’ve-”

Dean hit him in the mouth. It wasn’t exactly a punch, but it was enough to snap Landon’s head back and split his lip against his teeth. Landon put his hand to his bleeding mouth and glared at Dean. His brother-in-law was gasping for air like a man who’d just run a marathon, and he looked somewhere between murderous rage and hysterical screaming. Landon smiled and swallowed a mouthful of blood. “There we go.” Landon said softly. “Finally, something more than your offhanded insults and your childish sulking. A real reaction.”

“You… you son of a bitch.” Dean growled, he sat down hard on the edge of the bed. “You stupid bastard.”

Landon nodded, wiping a little rivulet of blood from his chin. “What’s the real reason, Dean?” he asked quietly. “Why do you all of a sudden want to push me as far away as you can without actually scaring me off? Did I do something?”

Dean put his head in his hands. “Go away, Landon.” he said quietly. “Just leave me alone.”

“I let you fuck my face up, the least you can do is answer me.”

Dean looked up at him. “You want to know why.” he said, and Landon shrugged and nodded. “Maddy left me, Lan. She left me and for months I thought I was alone. But I wasn’t, was I? You were here. This whole time, taking care of my kids, taking care of me. You treat me better than she ever did. My wife. Her gay little brother treated me better than my own wife. I think I know why that is. I think I figured that out.”

Landon was not expecting that little twist of events, but he steeled himself against the urge to panic ad deny the whole thing. What was the point. “So what?” he asked. “You think I’ve got some crush on you and your reaction is to turn into a fucking asshole?”

“No.” Dean said quietly. “I’ve been thinking this for a while now.” he stood up. “Does your lip hurt?”

“Fuck yes it hurts.” Landon snapped at him. “If you think I want you, and you’re saying that’s not why you’re acting like this, then what, Dean?”

Dean moved towards the master bathroom and Landon sighed heavily. He heard the water running and put his hands over his face, careful not to touch his lip. A moment later he felt Dean’s hand on his shoulder, soft, and he looked up. Dean was holding out a damp washcloth. He took it and pressed it against his lip. “Am I right?” Dean asked. “About you and me.”

“There’s no you and me, Dean.” Landon mumbled around the washcloth. “There’s isn’t ever going to be-”

“Answer the question.” Dean said. His hand was still on Landon’s shoulder.

Landon sighed. “It doesn’t matter either way.” he said vaguely. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to-”

Dean clenched his hand on Landon’s shoulder, making him whimper again. “Answer the fucking question.”

“Yes.” Landon said, shrugging his hand off. “Happy?” he turned and stormed out of the room, up the stairs, and into the attic without stopping or looking back. As soon as he slammed the door behind him, the full weight of his behavior slammed down on him, and he burst into tears. He sat down with his back to the door, sobbing, both hands and the washcloth pressed against his mouth to muffle the sound.

He heard the front door slam, and a moment later Dean’s truck roar to life. He let his hands drop and didn’t care how loud he cried.
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So… yea. DRAMA. I’m already raring to go on the next chapter, so that should be out pretty soon. I got a movie night tonight, but I’ll do what work I can before and after. And don’t you worry, lots more on Landon’s own inner demons coming soon, I know his fucked up little outburst was kind of out of left field. Anyone catch the time in his life he didn’t want to talk about in the first chapter? Because it has to do with that… all will be revealed.

I only read through this chapter for proofing once, so if there's a mistake, please let me know!

Thanks again everyone for all your supportive reviews! Also…

LISA: What kind of 12 year old DOESN’T wash the bathroom floor? Hell, my 7 year old does it twice a week without even batting an eyelash.