Jonathan was mean; he had learned how to ring the doorbell, run to the back door, walk in through the den [not the kitchen, the floors always squeaked], and then grab his girl friend from behind and give her a great big kiss!  Yeah, it startled the daylights out of her ... but he loved doing it!<br/><br/>Except this time he could feel something was very different.  The unsaid things of life were blaring so loudly, how could she think he couldn't hear it?  He stopped and looked around; while everything seemed to be the same, it seemed different.  Almost as if the things he saw didn't really belong there.  These feelings inside of him made him uneasy; he never felt them before he met Ambrosia.  Now, he had these feelings all the time.  Quiet; yes, that is what he heard.  Quiet.  Where were her siblings at least?<br/><br/>Maybe this was ... the talk.  You know, things aren't going so well, maybe we should take it easy.  Damn!  He knew he shouldn't have asked if he could stay over one night.  To be frank, he just wanted to be away from his drunk Dad.  He blew it ... again.  "Wait, Ambrosia.  Let me explain.  I only asked to stay over that one night because my Dad was a little drunk.  He's getting better, and I won't ask again ..."