It was ten in the evening, my mother wrote that they were late and would stay overnight at the hotel, they had gone to New York on business, but they promised to be at home by the time I left for school to see me off as if I were a first-grader. Blake was also nowhere to be heard. To pass the time and work up a dream, I took a love story to read, and it turned out to be in the subject, about half-brother and sister. It turns out funny. I love to read them, the main condition is a happy ending. I think in real life there...