THE NIGHT WAS still young & asher had nothing to do. paperwork had been sorted, clothes folded & there was nothing entertaining on tv. with a sigh , the boy laid back on the couch , covering his eyes with his hands. he had heard movement coming from the same room. he had pictured it to be someone he was relatively comfortable with ( which made it somewhat easier to speak ) and spoke: โ whoever is here , please -- letโs go do something. โ










