It was all Goose could to stop himself from calling the gang up and ordering his father's murder right there. A whipped dog would have more self respect that his sister did. As it was, all he could do was ball his hands up and slowly count backwards. It tore at his heart to see her so fearful of looking up at him him. At least she kept his jacket on to ward off the icy wind that cropped up. The familiarity with her request to leave now sent chills through his own soul. They had simply rolled off her tongue without a pause. That meant that she had asked that same question so many times that it had become second nature to question a total stranger if she was free to leave. The more time he spent in Anna's presence, the deeper his anger at their father grew. Fortunately, the sight of her at least adjusting to his jacket's weight helped pull him out of that deep abyss.<br/><br/>"You are beautiful," he whispered as she watched him settle her hair outside of his jacket collar. Shaking his head, he stepped back a touch and smiled at her.<br/><br/>"The public library was what I was looking for. Thank you. Well, that's yours until you reach the bus stop then," he told her as he started walking beside her. It took him a few moments to realize they were walking away from the bus stop and not towards it. Once again, his frown resumed its place on his face. Just how far away did Dad live, he thought to himself. At least she was walking towards the library so he could keep up the charade he had started.<br/><br/>"Mind if I walk with you since it looks like you are going the same way I am for a bit?" He asked her gently once they were out of earshot of the girls.