Webby opened the door violently and quickly went into the room pulling the cart. She closed the door with a bang and left the cart in the middle of the room. Furiously, she kicked several books and began to tear out the pages. She took several more books and threw them against the wall. She wanted to smash everything in this room. She never destroyed any books, but this time she became a real fury, and the books were closest to her. She looked around for tears in her eyes for something that she could at least break and finally calm down. She didn't know why she reacted violently to this random encounter with Dewey. Just. As soon as she entered her room, she could not control herself. She felt unrestrained rage.

At one point, she noticed that one of the books she had thrown was a photo album. Suddenly she calmed down and came to the book. She picked her up and sat on the floor. The album was open on the page with a photo of her and her grandmother. She smiled slightly.

This picture was several years old. She had her hair tied in two short pigtails with a pink bow at the top of her head. Her grandmother did not look much different than today. Maybe the only difference was that she didn't have glasses yet. It's weird, but Webby remembered the day the picture was taken. This was her parents last visit to Scrooge's residence. She never saw them again. She remembered that they said they wanted this photo as a souvenir to have Webby always with them. They didn't take the pictures and they never showed up again. Grandma always told her that they had gone to an important job and would be back soon. She waited for them every day.

After five years, she stopped. They abandoned her and she knew that Granny knew it too. She once picked up the phone and started shouting loudly. It lasted only a short time when she hung up. Webby was standing in the doorway at the time and was surprised to see her grandmother. The topic of parents has never been touched. Webby felt a small twinge in her heart. She just wanted to know ... why did they leave her? What did she do wrong?

The tear rolled on the paper, which immediately absorbed it, leaving a trace of it in the form of a wet spot. It was the first time that she felt abandoned. And it's through my own parents. After all these years, she returned to the memory she had avoided. If she could go to her grandma now and ask her why the parents did, but now it wasn't possible. Beakly was now in the secret congress of the best secret spies on the other side of the world and will be back in two weeks. Webby quickly turned over the pages.

The pictures were mainly her, grandmother, sometimes Scrooge and Cesar. In each picture she was a little older than on the previous ones. In the end, at the very end of the album, she reached the pictures when the nephews lived in the residence. Nothing was on them.

Donald and Scrooge, Scrooge with nephews, she with Louie during some game, where Louie was obviously cheating, she with Huey, who was showing her his book, lots of that kind of picture. They were all cataloged, so they were in turn. She came to the last pages.

She and Dewey.

Webby wanted to close the album and throw it in a corner, but somehow she couldn't. She watched the pictures. She and Dewey make a map of the mansion, she and Dewey are sitting next to each other, she and Dewey are talking, she and Dewey are standing back against each other and...Webby didn't know what she meant, but she felt that the picture was different from the others.

All householders of the residence were on it.

Louie was standing right next to Scrooge, who put on his cylinder and smiled at him. Huey was smiling at the lens, and Donald standing beside him, embracing him with his hand and smiling with concern for him.

Webby stood next to her grandmother.

Dewey was alone in the picture, but from what she remembered, he withdrew himself. She looked at him closely. Dewey did not look at the lens, but straight at her.

There wouldn't be anything strange about it, if it were not for the fact that he was strangely red on his cheeks, and he was squeezing something behind his back.

It was the book he gave her!

Webby looked at the picture for a moment, and then...she tore off the page with the photo she took the scissors and she already wanted to cut it...but she couldn't. She dropped the scissors to the floor, and the photo herself didn't know why she strapped to her table. She could not understand anything...if Dewey had given her a book he'd made for her...why did he say such horrible things about her? Webby sat down on the floor again and looked at the board.