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He turns immediately and run up the stair to tell his sister the news. He call out her name but get no answer. He hears the water still running. “Julie!” he calls at the door. No answer comes. He is getting worried and so he bang on the door. Still he gets no answer. The thought that, ‘she could have slipped and might be drowning at this moment,’ flashes in his mind. He step back and rush into the door with his shoulder. The lock pops easily, allowing him to enter. He stumbles in and looks through the glass door to see if she under the water and all he see are two legs rising from the waters. He look up to find he sister leaning against the wall, with her head back and eyes closed, her large chest was heaving violently, and the shower head was aimed at her crotch. It took less than a second to figure out what was going on and the rest of it to turn around and try leaving only to run into the corner of the doorway headfirst and end up out cold on the floor.

When he awakens, he knows for sure that he is not going to school. His head is killing him and his feet are far from stable. He can see Juliet’s guilt sprawling across her face. She is very helpful in the minutes before she reluctantly leaves for school. He deduce he must appear worst than he feel which is a truly upsetting thought. She both helps prepare him for a day in bed and quiet rest. He quickly begins to doze.

His dreams were filled with a strange sense of longing or perhaps it was more like searching. There were many variations on this theme, but the one, which stuck out in his mind most vividly, was of his father. He appeared to he and led he into a great and beautiful garden he told many things but of them only two could he remember; “Project Eden” and “Genesis.” Weird dreams, no?

He sleeps off most of the day. Somewhere along the line, he warmed up a can of soup for a very strange brunch. He catches the last half of Pulp Fiction and the first half the latest remake of Shaft, but drift off again. When at last he rise he find that it dark out again, and he hear Juliet or mother watching TV in the living room. He head down stairs and find his sister surfing through the channels.

“Hey, Julie,” he groan. He seems to startle her as he turns the corner.

“Oh, hey John!” she squeaks. That wakes him. All that rest and her shriek, he is not get to bed again for a while.

The scent of tomatoes and baked bread hit his nose. “Uh? Is mom home yet? I smell dinner”

“Didn’t you hear mom this morning?” his sister asked. “They are making her go off on some business trip she won‘t be back until Monday or Tuesday.” She must have seen the surprise on his face. “Look she told me to look after you and not to let you out of my sight. She even made me disinvite Rachel from spending the night.”

‘Great,’ he thinks to himself, ‘I got to let Maria know what’s up, or she’ll never give me another thought.’ “Anyway, there is pizza in the kitchen, when you are done eating we can do whatever you want.” Her voice is thick with guilt.