they followed the uncle to a brand new house , and then put on their bicycle outside a small open space , belongings on captive to the house . the air conditioner kicked on , fluttering the curtains over the window . they stole the goods from us . `` because even good people screw up . '' i ca n't be forced into that life again and you could never handle it . '' she shivered , a little flutter of heat streaking through her . some nights were better than others . we enjoy talking and spending time together . 