<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/h2p7v.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  Four days after Tristyn's Assault<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Goetz Family Home<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Tristyn<br/><br/><strong>"He's a <em>goy</em>?"</strong><br/><strong><br/>"Hush, Father,"</strong>Mommy Goetz remonstrated.<strong>"Now you sound like your father."</strong>She knew where this argument was heading and pulled out the big guns to shut it down early.<br/><br/>Elizabeth, upstairs getting ready, wasn't present for the conversation.<br/><br/>Daddy Goetz harrumphed but didn't let the little matter of Tristyn's religion drop.  "<strong>Why him?  She's never dated anyone before and then out of the blue comes this <em>goy </em>boy,"</strong>he was rather pleased with himself for the rhyme.<strong>"It's bad enough she's friends with that <em>schwarze</em> girl on her team."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Father!"</strong>Mommy Goetz protested, moving over and putting a finger over his lips.<strong>"Now you stop that right now.  Right now,"</strong>she repeated.<strong>"Vivian's been very good for Elizabeth and I don't worry nearly so much about her breaking her neck since Vivian's been her spotter."</strong>She gentled her tone.<strong>"Herbert, she can't always be your little girl.  Elizabeth is older than I was when we started dating."<br/></strong><br/><strong>"I know,"</strong>he said grumpily,<strong>"and I know what we used to do on our dates.  That's what bothers me."</strong><br/><br/>Mommy Goetz laughed and reached out to caress her husband's face with one hand.<strong>"Well don't.  Elizabeth's a good girl.  She'll come back a good girl too."</strong>She kissed her husband warmly.<strong>"Maybe we can have our own date after she leaves."</strong><br/><br/>The doorbell rang.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm going to get my shotgun."<br/><br/>"You don't own a shotgun, dear.  Now be nice," </strong>Mommy Goetz chided and pushed her husband towards the door.<strong>"Go meet the young man.  I need to talk to Elizabeth real quick.  Go on."</strong><br/><br/>Herbert Goetz headed towards the door but didn't open it right away.  Let the little boy wait outside and get nervous for a bit.  He waited until the sound of Mommy Goetz going up the stairs faded, but a scowl on his face, and opened the door to Tristyn.<strong>"You're him," </strong>he accused, as if pronouncing the arrival of someone deeply unpleasant like a murderer or an IRS inspector.<br/>