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    Forever Young – (Chapter: 7 Twists and Turns)


    We pulled into the same dull building as last time only this time I wasn’t in hand cuffs and in the back of a cruiser.  He was driving his own car.  Spencer had told me today was his off day but he was doing extra so Ky and I wouldn’t be alone.  I thought that was really sweet.


    “If you need anything I’m right outside this door.”  Uncle Arthur said to both me and my sister.  


    “We all are.”  Spencer said after him.  She first gave Kyla a hug.  Then me.  My hug with her lasted longer.  “I’ll be here.”  She whispered into my ear.  “Your strong Ash.  You can do this.”  She pulled away first but not before kissing my cheek subtly blocking it from view.  


    I looked at my sister and she nodded at me.  We faced the big koa door and slowly my hand found the handle.  Then pushed down.  There was a click and the heavy door opened up revealing a man sitting behind a desk.  I took a deep breath and walked in.


    “Ah Kyla”  He points to me.  “And Ashley.”  He points to Kyla.  


    “No I’m Ashley.”  I said stiffly.  I quickly scanned the almost empty room for signs of my mom.  It was a small space and their weren’t many places to hide.  


    “Oh yes.  Please sit.  We have a lot to discuss.”  He said gesturing towards the chairs.  


    We each pulled one heavy chair out so we could both sit between the creepy lawyer with caterpillar eyebrow.  Now brows, brow.  It was big and gray, and… ugh, moved with his forehead.  Speaking of forehead close to that region is the hair.  Or whats supposed to be hair.  That terrible comb over isn’t fooling anyone.  I wonder if he knows.  


    “I’m your mothers lawyer.  Mr. Dinkle”  Dinkle?  Please tell me your kidding.  And please please tell me you did NOT sleep with my mom.


    “Ok thats great.  But were is our mother?”  I asked.  


    “She’s not here.”  Really oh big shocker.  I must say I’m not surprised she’s a no show.  Its become the norm.  But I’m still a bit irritated.  Didn’t she even care about seeing her only daughters after years of not knowing were they were?

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