In years to come Dean would earn the nickname ‘Happy Hollywood’, because of his contained smiling face, the only facial expression his school mates ever saw him display. He gave them nothing more to help build trusting friendships, they gave him hell.
Phoebe held steady until her children told her they were adults and old enough to leave home. Which they did, immediately after finishing school, preferring to live in chaotic share houses in far-away suburbs. Places Phoebe was not invited to. Dormitory slums, she thought to herself, limbo zones where people live unruly lives and eat bad food. Unlike the safe, conventional greenbelt municipality where she resided, alone.
