A couple days went by and the routine was the same. The boys would leave Margaret and I alone to do whatever and they'd come back during or after dinner. Sometimes not at all. Probably drinking or being with girls. Poor Angus was probably the designated driver. Not that he minded though. I knew he didn't drink. Probably didn't want to drive his friends around. I didn't think he drove too much either though. The girls however, there's nothing stopping him from those. Or is there?

On June 30th, the boys announced they had a few small concerts coming up in America. "Why don't you come with us Hannah?" Malcolm asked.

"What about her hotel here?" asked Mark.

"Well, uh, actually I came here alone. I didn't know what you'd think about a wandering sixteen year old," I stuttered. It seemed good enough for them.

"Perfect. We can find your house in America, and you can go home." Angus looked at the floor.

"Are you coming Margaret?" I asked.

"Oh heavens no. Someone has to look after the house ya' know?" she smiled. Well it was back to the heat for me. I packed my black dress and the tee shirts. Not that I'd ever need the dress, but oh well.

The boys sans one talked amongst themselves in the hallway.

"What's the matter Mal?" asked Phil.

"There's something up with my brother."

"Which one?" asked Mark.

"George," said Malcolm sarcastically.

"Really? I didn't notice anything," he said.

"He means Angus you idiot," Phil said.

"I've been watchin' him too. He's actin' funny," said Bon.

"I think there's something he's not telling us. He hasn't been paying attention to any girl we've met lately, and he's got more energy than usual at rehearsal," said Malcolm.

"And whenever we try to ask him about it he gets mad like we pissed in his milk," said Phil.

"You know what I think?" asked Bon. "I think this first started when Hannah came to stay."

"I think you're right," said Malcolm.

"Of course I'm right. Now let's get those two together already, Hannah might leave soon."

"Angus will never let us, he's a stubborn arse," said Mark.

"I'll think of something," said Malcolm quietly. "I'll think of something."