Chapter Three

Felicity walked home, or rather she walked across the street and into a Cadillac and her Dad's chauffeur drove her home.
She slouched in the fur lined luxury seats and sighed. Why had she blown up on him. She knew he was trying to be nice but...
The car stopped in front of a gigantic house. She stayed inside the car for a few moments then rapped on the car door with her knuckes a few times.
Davin, The chauffeur walked out briskly and opened the door for her. Felicity tried to remembered the last time she opened a door out side of school. She couldn't remember any.
Davin ran forward to open the house door for her. She stepped in and slipped off her shoes.
Seeing no one was there the steped through the living room and into the kitchen. The flung the Fridge door open and scanned the contents. She selected a bowl of caviar then went to the couch to eat it.
About half-way through the bowl the door opened. It was her Mom.
"Honey are you home?" Felicity raised her hand because her mouth was full.
"Oh there you are. I was wondering would you want to go shopping. We have'nt done anything together in a while."
She shook her head "No Mom. It's o.k., maybe later."
Mer Mom gasped mentally. She couldn't remember the last time her daughter had turned down a shopping trip.
"Are you o.k.? Did something happen." Suddenly she stopped, "Was it a boy?"
Felicity thought for a few seconds, "Kinda."
Her Mom sat down, "I remembered when I was you age and I started noticing boys..."
Felicity made a face, "It's not even like that Mom. Now can I please have some privacy."
She backed off knowing with all her motherly wisdom that this was a hard time for a young lady. Boys were a difficult subject.
Felicity finished of the caviar then went to bed early.
Three hours early.
Her Mom checked her temperature to make sure the was feeling ok.
She wasn't but the thermomator did not know that.
As she was falling asleep she remembered shoving Josh of an airboat in third grade. That helped calm her down.
A little.