<span">       The panicked crowd pushed and shoved against Triste as she tried to not let her brothers and father out of sight.

            The four managed to get back to their car and gratefully got in.

            “What about Kerry? Where is she?” Elijah piped up.

            Triste suddenly remembered her friend. “Yeah, where is she?”

            “She’ll probably come along soon,” Mr. Brewster assured the twins. “As soon as she finds the car.”

 " clyde weston threw off the and it landed a heap a he ran a comb through his shoulder length dark brown hair before hurrying to the council he took a seat beside p>

            “And how did it go?” Jack asked him.

            “It went very well, aside from the fact that the girl we have been focusing on was there and decided to chase after me,” Clyde replied.

            “What did you do?” Jack asked, intently looking at him.

Rynere could not find any words for the next several minutes. She wasn't sure how long she stood there, staring at Tass. He didn't give her anything to check the time by -he just watched her with a grin.

After what seemed like an hour, Rynere closed her wide-open mouth.

“You never said you were married!”

“A thousand years can get very boring if you go through them alone.”

“Who -what -”

Tass chuckled.

“Why were you going to her so much?”

Danid stared at Tass. Karoy did his best to cover his surprise. But Rynere was getting used to this -Danid and Karoy might have lived with him so long that they thought they knew everything about him. Rynere was still trying to find out everything she could.

“Who? And what have you been doing?”

Tass smiled benevolently.

“Now really ...do you think I'd want to spoil it for you? It would be so much more interesting for one of you to follow me the next time I left. Right, Ryn?”

“It's Rynere.”

Tass smiled.

                                                        Ode to Annoying Sister's

 

Everything is quiet,

You finally feel at peace,

And all about you is boring, the way it ought to be.

But wait!

What is that noise?

From right outside your door,

I'm afriad, your little sister, is spying from the floor.

You jump up in anger,

Feeling your ears go red,

And the air is again disrupted, as she bounces on your bed.

Oh to little sister's! 

May they never tire,

 

Chapter 6

 

 

I had an idea! On how to help in a small way with money for the O'Cassey's. I'll send a million dollars in a letter, and say it was from the FedEx compainy, saying that they had won a prize of the most letters sent in North Dakota (which probably wasn't true). Yes that was how I was going to do it!

 

 

Church Coffee   I am a mug personally glazed with blue skies green tinged-clouds and the word “fly” They come around to fill me with steaming drink but their aim is off splashing consistently onto the handle only a drop or two lands in the cup and then out of the kitchen into the sanctuary this coffee is poured truly but no one sips the brew another day, another kitchen but no coffee here cider, my brew though poured truly, mixes strangely with the grounds that came before