By Mr O'Hare

Lydia turned back towards the door before she was stopped dead in her tracks. Sitting there on his porch with a perfect view of the two is the elderly neighbor Shawn O'Hare. He's a bitter older man in his sixties, often calling out to kids, and lecherous in how we watches women. His eyes met Lydia's and he slowly stood up from his rocking chair on the porch and stepped into his own home.

"Oh dear..."

Lydia can't stop though, she has to get inside to fix breakfast or everyone will suspect something. In all of these years she hasn't missed a breakfast yet. She walked briskly into the house and returned to her cooking, she did her best to avoid thinking of Paul or O'Hare however she knew it would come back to bite her in the buttocks!