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Standing in the doorway to the dining room dark and slender handsome and flawless except for a small crescent star scar on his chin. You're late. Katrina scolded my favorite you know moms the 17 year old man replied. I'm lucky to get home at all with everything I got to do my P.O. got me. We're going to see after school job at the supermarket says it'll keep me out of trouble. He's not a parole officer I said. He's a juvenile offender. Social work just seeing tool brought levity into the room. It's not a he said as he slid into the chair next to me. Ms Melinda Terrace says that she wants me work in three afternoons a week and she's right too I added. You need something to occupy your mind to keep you out of trouble. It's not people like me get in trouble pops to sign. I talk so much you know so many people I can't get away with nothing somebody don't see that it's the quiet ones get in the most trouble and they're right bulldog can't you be quiet sometimes dour Dimitri said.

It was pet name for his older brother was now one like me Dimitri was short and big boned powerful even though he rarely exercised his skin was not quite as dark brown as mine but you could see me in every part of him. I wondered why he was so angry at his brother's chiding even though Dmitri never liked me much he loved the sibling and he had a special bond with Will who was so going that all he had to do was sit down in a room for five minutes and a party was likely to break out. Linnet Yes Katrina. Are you all right. Even though we drifted apart like the continents had long ago. Katrina could still read my moods. We had a kind of subterranean connection that allowed my wife to see at least partly into my state of mind. It wasn't just oras decision to move on that bothered me. It was my life at that table Dimitris uncharacteristic anger at his brother and even those delicate flowers sitting where I had never seen a bouquet before. There was a feeling at the back of my mind something that was big burgeoning into consciousness like a

vibrating moth pressing out from its cocoon. The phone rang and Katrina started. When I looked into her gray blue eyes. Some kind of wordless knowledge seemed to pass between us.