Remembering

"Are you the same Dante that used to go to parties and hang out with a little blond girl that always had a drawing pad with her and her older brother watching out for her; so, we wouldn't get bored listening to the adults?"

Dante tilted his head a bit and thought. "Rings a bit of a bell." he said. "Don't think to much about those days though." he told her. "It's a long story. But yeah I remember a girl like that at my dad's weird parties. I don't know who hated them more. Me or my Mom." he shrugged.

"How have you been. You don't need to talk about the obvious bad things." he said, "I know and won't tell people." he said. "Not my thing to tell."