i needed to tell him how i felt , but i feared it might already be too late . suddenly i felt like crying and to hide it i tipped my chin down and tried to pull away . not strange in a bad way though . as soon as the door was open , gel was hit by the smell of stew and freshly baked bread . not only has she refused to do that , she wants me to treat summer the way summer used to treat me , which i simply cant do , whether summers being genuine or not . 