Edem closed his eyes and scoffed, a mocking smile appeared across his face, "Don't worry," he muttered still with his eyes closed, "I know where to get help. Not from you." Oh yes. If he wasn't even in the mood to eat, then he wasn't in the mood to make peace. Besides, he wasn't the kinda boy who apologizes. Not when he didn't think it wasn't so big of a problem.

And apologize to this guy--this guy! No. That's the word that had been repeating itself over and over in Edem's mind--no.



As his eyes snapped open, Edem looked at Lucille in disbelief. Did she just call him a baby? Oh, he wished he could get a stick. And mud. Maybe that could be distracting enough. I'm not a baby! He wanted to scream, but he never managed to do so. His mouth fell slightly open.

"I-what?" he said weakly, digging his fingernails even deeper, "I'm not a baby!" he felt as if he had regained strength, only the pain remained. He shook his head once again for the water. In one quick movement, he leapt to his feet, struggling to keep his balance. Glaring at Lucille, he said,

"You know," he began, "You are unbelievable." stressing the word, he wanted Lucille to know what he meant by it without having to explain further. He jumped into conclusion that Lucille had forgotten their childhood promise not to hide anything from each other. How long had they been together? Wait.. Tammy did tell him. Only he couldn't remember, but well--don't cry over spilled milk. "You never told me about that guy," he pointed rudely at Warren, "let alone that you were together. You.." his voice trailed off; he was losing it again. Feeling dizzier than ever, he saw fireflies, and as he felt the floor grew closer, everything went dark.