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The clever chefs at Organix have cooked up a delicious recipe for pumpkin squash bread and kale hummus
Posted: 13 March 2014
by Catherine Hudson
Pumpkin and squash bread
Makes: 1 loaf
Storage: It only lasts a couple of days – so keep in an airtight container in the fridge. Freeze half of it if you won't use it within 3 days.
Prep time: 10 minutes
Cook time: 1 hour
Allergens: Eggs, gluten (although gluten free flour can be used)
Healthy bread for all the family (7mths +)
1. Preheat your oven to 150 – 160 C. fan forced or 180 C if your oven has no fan.
2. Combine the pumpkin, eggs and oil into a bowl.
3. Stir baking powder into the flour, and then sieve this into pumpkin egg mix.
4. Line a loaf tin (10cm x 20cm) with baking paper at the base and the sides. Spoon the mixture into the loaf tin and sprinkle the top with the pumpkin seeds (optional).
5. Bake for approximately 1 - 1 1/2 hours – check after 1 hour as times may vary depending on your oven and temperature. Check with a knife – it should come out clean.
6. Remove from the oven and allow to rest in the tin for 1 hour before removing from the tin.
7. Cool and enjoy slices with avocado or topped with nut butter or hummus.
Serving suggestions:
Great toasted for breakfast or anytime of day. Serve with butter or nut butters for a sweet treat. Or serve with avocado, hummus or topping of your choice. This is a great finger food when out and about at lunchtime.
Kale & basil hummus recipe, to serve
This gorgeous green hummus looks and tastes just fabulous on a slice of orange pumpkin bread.
Makes: 1 large pot
Suitable for: Babies from 7mths+
Allergens: Sesame (tahini is made from sesame seeds)
Other veg bread options:
· Try making this bread with various different flours. It works particularly well with a gluten free flour blend (available from most supermarkets) – making it an easy gluten free option. Using ground almonds (almond flour) makes a richer, denser loaf, which is nice for a change. The almonds are naturally gluten free and a wonderful source of protein and calcium.
· Replace the eggs with half a 400g can coconut milk for a vegan alternative.
· Try using other sweet root vegetables such as parsnips, sweet potatoes or even beetroot.
· Try adding different herbs, spices or natural sweeteners to vary the bread. You could also add in chopped nuts or seeds for older children.
Recipes provided by Organix
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From the classic colonial homes in the country's capital to sprawling historic estates, the most beautiful and valuable homes in the Arlington area need protecting. High value home insurance in Arlington VA is necessary to protect against a number of threats that expensive homes face.
Clients with high net worth (and expensive assets) have specific needs, and a quality insurance company should understand them. Coverage is necessary to protect against liability lawsuits, which might stem from injuries that happen on the homeowner's property. Recreational amenities such as swimming pools or tennis courts can increase this risk, and whether claims are groundless or not the legal fight can be financially ruinous.
Property Coverage
In addition, the home itself should be protected. This includes the main house itself, as well as any other structures on the property such as garages or guesthouses. The furnishings and other valuables inside the house, such as jewelry or fine art, should also be covered. These can be protected either with general insurance or special enhancements and policies.
Personal Service
A quality insurance provider should interact personally with the homeowner, reviewing their current insurance programs to determine any areas where their coverage might be deficient. They should analyze the replacement cost of the insured home to determine the necessary coverage, and address any concerns the homeowner might have.
The higher the value of a home, the more expensive a loss can be—but with high value home insurance in Arlington VA, there's no need to worry.

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(Note : Currently work on M8 only and needs root.)
Here are the HTC Sense 6 Apps extracted from the playstore :
1) HTC Service Pack = http://devhost.xda-developers.com/C3r (Thanks to Amal Das) [WORKING]
2) HTC Sense TV = http://devhost.xda-developers.com/wG4 [WORKING]
3) HTC Zoe = Link below [WORKING]
4) HTC Gallery = Link below [NOT WORKING / INSTALLS BUT SHOWS NOT COMPATIBLE]
5) HTC Blinkfeed Launcher = Link below [NOT WORKING / INSTALLS BUT SHOWS NOT COMPATIBLE]
6) Libs and framework files required by Gallery and Zoe = Link below
7) HTC Music : Link below
8) HTC Notes : http://forum.xda-developers.com/atta...7&d=1395922287 (Thanks to AT&T M8 Forum)
9) HTC Calculator : http://forum.xda-developers.com/atta...3&d=1396240412 (Thanks to Sprint M8 Forum)
10) HTC Flashlight : http://forum.xda-developers.com/atta...9&d=1396415054 (Thanks to Sprint M8 Forum)
UPDATE = http://www.mediafire.com/?wzj7v10iu58jw5i
contains all the apks and libs.
UPDATE 2 : @gakugaku managed to load / open the blinkfeed launcher but feeds still don't load (http://forum.xda-developers.com/show...tcount=110)… go thank him.
UPDATE 3 : @gakugaku managed to load / open the gallery by removing the security check but pics don't load at the moment (http://forum.xda-developers.com/show...&postcount=284).
Apps currently work only on 4.4+ devices and apps which work on most of the phones are :
1) HTC Zoe (Opens but says , update app and redirects to play store.)
2) HTC Blinkfeed (Modified one) (Launcher opens but doesn't load feed.)
3) HTC Gallery (Modified one) (Opens but doesn't load pictures.)
4) HTC Sense TV (Opens but doesn't work)
5) HTC Service Pack (Worked on my phone running 4.4+.)
UPDATE 4 : Feeds load now , thanks to @gakugaku : See Page 38
UPDATE 5 : Weather now showing in blinkfeed launcher : See Page 49-51
UPDATE 6: Install V8 :http://forum.xda-developers.com/show...2#post51621342 , no need of service pack now.
UPDATE 7 : V9 now available with a lot of colour options available : http://forum.xda-developers.com/show...postcount=1085
UPDATE 8: V10 now available : http://forum.xda-developers.com/show...postcount=1329
UPDATE 9 : V10 (New version from play store) available : http://forum.xda-developers.com/show...postcount=1773
UDATE 10 : New link to the thread : http://forum.xda-developers.com/show....php?t=2735764
1) Download the Blinkfeed port (Any version from V8- V10 as V7 and lower requires service pack)
2) Flash it using custom recovery
3) Reboot and enjoy.


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Some clubs hire out their mountain huts to other clubs, groups or individuals. One way of allowing secure but simple access without the need to post a set of keys is to install a keypad lock. This system has proven to work well, but not all keypad locks are approved for use by the BMC's hut insurance underwriters. Read on to find out which ones are approved for use.
The terms of the BMC hut insurance require locks which conform to BS3621 - this standard for key operated locks has been widely accepted by the insurance industry. Unfortunately, modern keypad locks don't generally comply with this standard, and as they have become more widely used it has become useful to obtain a list of approved locks which are deemed sufficient by the insurance underwriters.
Locks which do not conform to BS3621 or are not one of these three approved keypad locks should be referred to the insurance underwriters.
The BMC benefits climbing, mountaineering and hill walking clubs across the UK. Club members can benefit from:
Find out more about BMC club membership benefits
The only cost for affiliation to the BMC is the individual payments for each member, there is no additional 'club fee'. For 2020 the BMC fees for each Club Member are: Adult - £20.25 Student - £16.75 Under 18's - £15.00
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Continuing our look at the work of BMC volunteers supporting our specialist committees. A small but very dedicated and knowledgeable group of volunteers make up the BMC Huts Group. With two key focuses – namely supporting clubs who own or operate mountain huts, and supporting the three national huts – the work the group gets involved with is wide ranging.
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Cyberattacks and data breaches have become facts of life in today's digital world. Now more than ever, it's critical that you stay alert and take the necessary steps to protect yourself and your data online. According to a recent Verizon report, an overwhelming majority of confirmed data breaches (81%) involved weak, default, or stolen credentials. This is a significant increase from the 63% in 2016. As we learned from our research around the psychology of passwords, people have yet to change their insecure password practices and online behavior despite this rise in breaches.
From baby boomers to Gen Z, people have different opinions when it comes to online security and how far they'll go to keep their identity and data safe. We recently surveyed 1,000 men and women ages 13+ across the United States to learn how each age group approaches their password behavior and protecting themselves online.
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You finish school. Pass your certifications. Land the job of your dreams. Learning is done, right? Wrong. Too many people stop here any wonder why they aren't growing in their field and advancing in their career.
At all points in your career, professional development is important. Whether you're just starting out or you've been in your field for 20 years, things are always changing and growing. If you want to set yourself apart as a leader in your field, you can't neglect professional development. You must make it a priority to step outside of your work routine and get around others who do what you do. Hearing talks from experts in your field helps you gain best practices and makes you a better asset.
Your skills and knowledge are currency in the workplace. It's what you use to barter your salary and to gain career success. Through professional development, you invest in yourself. Professional development settings are a key part of your success and it has many benefits. Here are 4 benefits of continued professional development.
Keep Up To Date
Professional development ensures that you are keeping pace with the current standards in your field. Things are changing faster than you can probably imagine. Things that were relevant two months ago could be considered totally outdated. You don't want to get left behind doing the same old things when your field is growing and changing. Continued education helps you keep up with the new trends and new processes. The more you are aware of the changing trends and directions in your profession, the more success you have with your customers, clients, and those who you serve.
Become A Thought Leader
Professional development increases your knowledge base. Although you can learn from on the job experience, there are some things that experience can't teach you. In a continued education session, you get to hear from experts in your field. Those who are studying trends and creating new ways of doing the same things that have always been done. Professional development opens you up to new ways of thinking and ways of looking at a problem or situation. It enables you to be innovative in your processes and solutions. Being innovative is what sets you apart. It's what keeps customers and those you service coming back for more.
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Professional development helps you make meaningful contributions to your group or team. The more you grow and the more you learn, the more effective you become. As you continue to learn more, you have more that you can bring to the team. You find that others will come to you to gain insight and information. If you are looking to advance your career and take on more leadership positions where you can be a coach, mentor or a manager, pursuing professional development is a must. Senior leaders are looking for those who can improve their team and those who are ahead of the rest in thought.
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Professional development settings are great networking opportunities. Meet those who are currently doing what you do and can become a resource for you. Connect with the experts in your field. Exchange information with those who can help you propel your career. Not only do you learn more from professional development, you expose yourself to relationships that can be mutually beneficial. Find local professional development opportunities that will not only allow you to gain knowledge but also to network, like The Empowerment Social. It's the perfect mix of networking, personal and professional development, and a party. Not only will you get to mingle with other professionals, you'll learn from some leaders in personal + professional development, fitness, career development, and entrepreneurship. This is an example of a great mix of both.
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Even though deciding on the color scheme are often personal issues there are some colors which are more relaxing and better suited for your sleeping spot. Brighter colors may lead to a better mood but may also keep you awake for a longer time at nights. Avoid dark and dull colors for your bedroom. If you love using colors like blue, red and brown for your furnishings then go for fresh and light colors for bedroom walls. Furniture in this room generally looks good in brown. However you can experiment with other colors if you want a different look for your space. Try to use bedding's with fresh colors. Fresh colors make you feel happy and contended. Bedroom will look bigger and better with pink, purple, white, cream and yellow colors. Experiment with printed stuff for your bed sheets and curtains. Go with combinations of your choice. Use ultra soft materials for your bed sheets and pillows. Do not hesitate to mix and match.
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"Some blessings come soon, some come late, and some don't come until heaven; but for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ, they come."
Jeffrey R. Holland
"Some blessings come soon, some come late, and some don't come until heaven; but for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ, they come."
Jeffrey R. Holland
I am trying to get back to running on a regular basis — the holidays and the weather and other busyness (too many excuses, Dale) have gotten in the way. It was a beautiful day today, even though it started out cool. By the time I went out running it was a beautiful, sunny, late-fall day. "Why not forgo the long-sleeve running shirt, since it's so nice," I thought to myself. So, that's what I did — just running shorts and a wicking running shirt. The temps were in the mid-40's and the sun was shining — that was until we got to the park. The sun decided to hide behind the clouds and a fall breeze blew in. The first mile and a half was cold — I struggled with a muscle that was tight — my thought as I started the run, was just to have fun running 5 miles. I made good time on the first lap — so I pushed on. The next two laps were slower, but by the fourth lap I was feeling better and was able to push the tempo once again, so much so that I completed the final lap the fastest in 14:10 for 1.36 miles. My total time was 1:00:03 for 5.56 miles, which equals my fastest 5-1/2 mile run. Not bad, considering I have been slacking lately. My goal is to maintain, until it gets warm again and then begin training for a half-marathon. I'd like to get 3 to 4 five mile runs in each week until then.
Still Pressing On!
A great reminder on this Monday morning that God is with us for that is his name — Immanuel.
On Sunday I mentioned that we took our girls to Roanoke to catch a ride back to Southern Wesleyan University. Because it was the Sunday after Thanksgiving the traffic was crazy. The main highway between Staunton and Roanoke is I-81. For most of the distance it is 70mph and two lanes in each direction. For about a 30 mile stretch it also carries the traffic of I-64, which is an east/west interstate. For that 30 miles I-64 runs north/south and there are no additional lanes for the additional traffic. I-81, for the most part, parallels US 11, which before the interstates was a major highway. It has been kept up in good shape in our area and except for a few small cities and towns the speed limit is 55. The traffic on I-81 between Staunton and Lexington, VA was crazy – start/stop – slow/fast – it really was a wonder that there weren't more accidents today – we saw none. The lesson learned today was sometimes the narrow, less traveled way is the much better way. Jesus said that there were two roads – the wider way that many find which leads to destruction and the narrow way that few find that leads to righteousness. That parable really came to life today. While on the wider, more traveled way, I found myself really frustrated, much more than I should have been. It was only when I got to the less travelled way – the slower way that I experienced much more peace in driving. Today the slower, less travelled way was better and in a way was faster – imagine that in the days of interstates J !
It reminded me of the poem by Robert Frost
The Road not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference
November 28, 2010
First Sunday of Advent
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First Sunday of Advent (November 28, 2010)
Isaiah 2:1-5; Psalm 122; Romans 13:11-14; Matthew 24:36-44
1 This is a vision that Isaiah son of Amoz saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem:
2 In the last days, the mountain of the Lord's house
will be the highest of all—
the most important place on earth.
It will be raised above the other hills,
and people from all over the world will stream there to worship.
3 People from many nations will come and say,
"Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord,
to the house of Jacob's God.
There he will teach us his ways,
and we will walk in his paths."
For the Lord's teaching will go out from Zion;
his word will go out from Jerusalem.
4 The Lord will mediate between nations
and will settle international disputes.
They will hammer their swords into plowshares
and their spears into pruning hooks.
Nation will no longer fight against nation,
nor train for war anymore.
5 Come, descendants of Jacob,
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SSHD v NA (Pakistan) [2016] EUECJ C-115/15, EU:C:2016:487 (30 June 2016)
As pointed out by Guild, Peers and Tomkin in The EU Citizenship Directive: A Commentary (2014), Directive 2004/38/EC "has proven to be a fertile ground for litigation, generating increasing, dynamic, and rapidly evolving case-law" (at p. v). This "absurd" judgment about a Pakistani woman who had suffered domestic violence has left the door wide open for would be abusers who leave their third country national spouse stranded in the host member state by returning home. The agonising result of this "shameful ruling" is that a poor abused woman who had been given a talaq could not rely on the CJEU for justice because her husband left the host member state. During the course of these proceedings, the case of Nazia Ahmed (NA) has been reported in the domestic courts as [2013] UKUT 89 (IAC) at the tribunal level and as [2014] EWCA Civ 995 (see here) and [2015] EWCA Civ 140 (see here) in the Court of Appeal. Like countless Pakistani women, NA suffered domestic violence after marrying Khurshid Ahmed (KA) in September 2003. They moved to the UK in March 2004 but KA, who holds German nationality, left the matrimonial home in October 2006 after assaulting NA and in December 2006 he left the UK for good.
Professor Peers observed that it was the first occasion that the court "interpreted the specific rule on domestic violence cases" but he was repulsed by the CJEU's decision because: "While the victim in NA was able to rely on other provisions of EU law, not all victims will be able to." Everything seems to be wrong with this judgment because it gives EU citizens unilateral power to exploit their non-EU family members. The CJEU's preference for a literal approach to retention of residence rights comes at the cost of misunderstanding the social context of the domestic violence rule and women's hardship and subordination to men. KA purported to divorce NA by a talaq issued in Karachi in March 2007. In September 2008, NA instituted divorce proceedings in the UK; the decree absolute was issued in August 2009 and she was granted custody of the two German national children. The couple's daughters, MA and IA, were both born in the UK in November 2005 and February 2007 respectively.
An application for permanent residence – on the basis that upon divorce the applicant had retained a right of residence under regulation 10(5) of the 2006 Regulations – made by NA in September 2009 was refused in March 2010. This was because although NA demonstrated that she had worked as a self-employed carer between 2007 and June 2011, she had failed to show that her ex-husband was exercising treaty rights in the UK at the time of the divorce.
To qualify as a family member who had retained the right of residence in the UK under regulation 10 (transposing article 13 of the directive), NA had to show that on her divorce she had ceased to be a family member of an EEA national who was in the UK as a jobseeker, worker, self employed or self sufficient person or student. Since NA's appeal was allowed on article 8 and other grounds by Lang J her case entailed a question of status rather than simply turning on the right to remain in the UK. The bigger prize for her was the right to permanent residence.
The Court of Appeal referred an assortment of questions to the CJEU. The first of these asked whether, in order to retain a right of residence under the directive, it was mandatory for a third country national ex-spouse of an EU citizen to show that their former spouse was exercising treaty rights in the host member state at the time of their divorce? Secondly, in circumstances where a competent fact finding tribunal holds that the removal of the EU citizen from the host state to his own home EU state would breach his rights under article 7 CFR and article 8 ECHR, is a right to reside in a host state conferred by EU law under articles 20 and 21 TFEU where the only EU state in which the EU citizen may reside is his state of nationality.
Thirdly, where the EU citizen in the preceding question is a minor, does the sole carer parent of that child derive a right of residence in the host state if the child's removal is caused by that parent's removal from there. And finally does article 12 of Regulation No 1612/68 (now article 10 of Regulation No 492/2011/EU) provide a right to reside in the host state to a child whose EU citizen parent, with an employment history in the host state, ceased to reside in that state before the child enters education there.
Court of Justice
In relation to divorce cases involving domestic violence, AG Wathelet answered the first question by construing article 13(2)(c) dynamically to mean that the EU citizen spouse of a third country national such as NA does not need to be resident in the host member state, pursuant to article 7(1) of the directive, at the time of the divorce in order for the non-EU spouse to be able to retain a personal right of residence. Under article 13(2)(c) divorce/annulment of marriage shall not cause loss the non-EU spouses right of residence where:
this is warranted by particularly difficult circumstances, such as having been a victim of domestic violence while the marriage or registered partnership was subsisting.
The CJEU has been deservedly chastised for not sticking to AG Wathelet's analysis. In effect it has been attacked for not behaving like a human rights court. As for the rest of the questions, the court did not meander around the AG's opinion. Intriguingly, Wathelet is a controversial character. As Belgium's justice minister, he was accused of encouraging the early release of sex offenders and was implicated in a child abuse ring but later absolved of criminality. His decision to authorise the release of Marc Dutroux, a convicted child rapist who went on to reoffend led to calls for his resignation as a CJEU judge, a role he performed from 1993-1995.
Yet despite whatever irregularity may be ascribed to him, AG Wathelet's greater compassion was observable from his remarks at para 70 that EU citizens should not be given blackmailing powers to use their departure from the host state:
as a means of exerting pressure to stop the divorce at a time when the circumstances are in themselves enough to wear the victim down psychologically and, in any event, to engender fear of the perpetrator of the violence.
First Question
The rationale behind the reply to the first question was that the answer had been provided by Singh and Others (C‑218/14, EU:C:2015:476, see here) where the court decided that where the EU citizen exits the host member state to settle in another member state or elsewhere prior to the initiation of divorce proceedings then the third country national's derived right of residence ends because of the EU citizen spouse's departure and can, thus, no longer be retained on the basis of article 13(2)(a). In NA, reiterating the approach in Singh at para 67, the CJEU said at para 35 that a later petition for divorce cannot resurrect that right because article 13 refers only to the "retention" of an existing right of residence. As seen in Spedition Welter (C‑306/12, EU:C:2013:650) the determination of a provision of EU law's scope depends on its wording, context and objectives and all of these must be taken into account.
Three points stood out. First, the CJEU said the rubric, text and phraseology of article 13(2) is unambiguous that a non-EU family member is entitled to retain her right of residence if divorce occurs and "the conditions laid down in that provision are satisfied". Moreover, it recalled that on the directive's adoption the EU legislature rejected making provision for specific safeguards for the non-EU spouse to avail in particularly difficult situations in the event of the EU citizen's departure from the host state. Finally, the court said at para 45 that the aims of article 13(2) correspond to the preambular objective in recital 15 of safeguarding the legal rights of family members in instances of death of the EU citizen, divorce and so forth with a view to retention of "right of residence exclusively on a personal basis".
Prior to the directive's commencement the divorced spouse could be deprived of the right of residence in the host member state. The directive's history and the explanatory memorandum to the proposal – COM/2001/0257 (final) – behind the directive attested to that fact. The wording, the context and objectives of article 13(2) evince that the provision's application depended on the parties concerned being divorced.
The proposal's underlying logic was for article 13(2) to provide legal safeguards to non-EU family members who relied on their relationship for their residence rights and were thus exposed to blackmail accompanied by threats of divorce. Conversely, the protective safeguards were only needed where divorce was a certainty because the non-EU spouse's residence rights were not affected in cases of de facto separation at all.
Yet, overall, it was not possible to allow the literal, systematic and teleological interpretation to be violated by accepting that the non-EU spouse's right of residence could be retained where the villainous EU spouse has departed from the host member state after perpetrating domestic violence but divorce proceedings have not as yet been commenced.
So it was clear to the court that where someone like NA had been abused by her EU citizen husband, the tormentor would need to be resident in the host member state – in line with article 7(1) – until the date of the commencement of divorce proceedings for her to be able to rely on article 13(2)(c) of the directive for the retention of her right of residence.
Second and Third Questions
Employing a two-pronged line of argument entrenched in the EU Treaties, NA relied on the court's case law as settled in Ruiz Zambrano (C‑34/09, EU:C:2011:124) and elsewhere. In Ruiz Zambrano the court held that non-EU family members of EU citizen children who had not exercised the right of freedom of movement were able to derive a right of residence by virtue of their children because such children could not be robbed of the benefits attaching to EU citizenship. Indeed, as the court famously said, article 20 TFEU precludes national measures which deprive EU citizens of the genuine enjoyment of the substance of the rights conferred by EU citizenship.
But this was only a fallback position and it was held that Ruiz Zambrano had no bearing on NA's case as it concerned a situation where EU legislation was unavailable to safeguard legal rights. Pronouncing the following answer for the second question, the court therefore held that a minor EU citizen resident since birth in the host member state and the non-EU parent in sole custody of the minor do not enjoy a right of residence under article 20 TFEU where they qualify for a right of residence in that member state under a provision of secondary EU law.
The expression "have sufficient resources" under article 7(1)(b) of the directive is understood to mean that the resources must be available to the EU citizen without any conditions as to their origin. Consonant with Alokpa and Moudoulou (C‑86/12, EU:C:2013:645) where a right of residence in a host state is granted by article 21 TFEU and the directive to a minor child holding another member state's nationality who meets the conditions in article 7(1)(b), the non-EU primary carer parent will be entitled to reside with the child in the host state under those provisions. Similarly, following the rationale in the court's historic approach in Zhu and Chen (C‑200/02, EU:C:2004:639), refusing a consequential right of residence in the host state to an EU or non-EU parent carer of an EU citizen minor child possessing a right of residence under article 21 TFEU and the directive would deprive the child's right of residence of any useful effect.
In summary, the court held that the article 21 TFEU confers on a minor EU citizen a right of residence in the host member state so long as the conditions in article 7(1) of the directive are satisfied by him/her; which is a for the national court to decide. If the answer is yes, then article 21 TFEU also allows the primary carer non-EU parent of the minor EU citizen to reside with him/her in the host member state.
Fourth Question
Evaluating the present case against the gamut of authorities – i.e. Teixeira (C‑480/08, EU:C:2010:83), Ibrahim (C‑310/08, EU:C:2010:80), Hadj Ahmed (C‑45/12, EU:C:2013:390) and Baumbast and R (C‑413/99, EU:C:2002:493) – the court held that as MA and IA's primary carer NA qualified for a right of residence under article 12 of Regulation No 1612/68. Answering the fourth question it held that that provision must be interpreted as meaning that a child and a non-EU national parent with custody of that child are entitled to a right of residence in the host state where the EU parent has worked in that state but ceased to reside there before the child began to attend school there.
The EU Citizenship Directive is a book which at first I read for academic purposes. But I soon discovered that this is a great publication to use in representing EU nationals/family members in all types of situations: including deportation cases. It is a handy key to unlocking the mysteries behind the difficult questions posed by unwieldy free movements law that may bombard you from time to time. Using it along with the CJEU's case-law search form gives the reader crystal clear insight into every aspect of the directive. It is highly advisable that the home secretary should buy a few copies for her servants, especially in the criminal casework directorate, in order to point them in the right direction. Since it is a light book it is really handy to carry it around.
Peers points out a string of errors committed by the CJEU in NA and he calls the court's analysis of the aims attributed to EU legislation "absurd". A colossal anomaly generated by the ruling is it will assist in the expulsion of victims of domestic violence who, unlike NA, do not have children. For Peers, the result is also "deeply flawed" because by virtue of the Czop (C-147/11, EU:C:2012:538) judgment, had NA's husband been self-employed and not a worker she would not benefit from Regulation No 1612/68. The judgment sheds no light on domestic violence victims' children being abducted from the host state to the home state by the EU national. Paradoxically, the selective distinctions made by the court have led to it be considered guilty of distorting a uniform approach to domestic violence on the basis of meaningless technicalities.
Perhaps the slippery former justice secretary Micheal Gove was justified in his conclusion that this crude and incomprehensible institution "stands above every nation state" and must be made transparent and accountable.
Speaking of talaq, it first it seemed that a rich woman such as the late Dr Walid Juffali's wife Christina Estrada – who also got a talaq – could rely on the English courts to give her £75m (53m in cash) for her to meet her "reasonable needs". But then again, the English may well be right in thinking that a talaq is by definition an evil thing because now because of a twist of fate the former Pirelli calendar model is having to sue her own 13-year old daughter and her step daughters to get her ex-husband's cash: "Good luck to her getting the money. Walid has died and his estate is in Saudi Arabia," she has been told (despite the late tycoon having been refused permission to appeal by Lady Hale, Lord Wilson and Lord Reed on 25 May 2016).
By comparison, the actress Amber Heard seems to have done pretty well by settling her domestic abuse accusations against acclaimed film star Johnny Depp for a cool $7m (which she wants to donate to charity) on the eve of the hearing of their case. It was reported that the pirate of the Caribbean sliced off his own fingertip in a fit of rage when he broke some champagne glasses and then used a mixture of his blood and ink to write words on the wall accusing Heard of an extramarital affair. (All that has of course been eclipsed by news of Angelina Jolie's divorce from Brad Pitt because of "irreconcilable differences".)
Anyway despite the west's stereotypes about Arabs and Muslims not all talaq givers will be evil wife beaters. Indeed, there is the possibility of some poor uneducated confused man from rural Pakistan (or elsewhere in Asia or Africa) being oppressed by his mean and modern EU wife and her nasty EU family: what should he do? As for the divorce between the EU and the UK, it is probably the case that the member states are eager to conclude the talaq with the UK but the rotten British are just being insincere as usual and want to buy time to get the best possible deal for themselves.
Professor Peers explains that if no post-Brexit deal is secured on freedom of movement then this judgment will affect the other member states but will not impact the UK. Examining events from NA's point of view as a victim, he is disgusted that the CJEU has given "the nod to the Home Office to question her immigration status". It was possible for her to safeguard her position by beginning divorce proceedings prior to her husband KA's departure from the country. But of course she was not only pregnant but was also caring for an infant and already struggling with problems related to accommodation, benefits or work.
From that angle, even if it is not a human rights court, the CJEU's erratic judgment is not fit to be described as a decision handed down by a "court of justice" and the expert view is that it must be "revisited at the earliest opportunity, in particular if the EU has concluded the Istanbul Convention in the meantime."


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For that reason I felt that she was a complete stranger to me and wasn't close when I saw her again. So I came back to my country the 3rd time and met up with her through my older brother and other 2nd cousin. We hanged around, at first I had no attraction towards her, but as time goes by a feeling in the stomach and chest hits the more I was with her. While there, on one night I could not sleep, my stomach was swelling with this strange feeling and my mind could not stop thinking about her. I told my brother that night that "I think I'm falling for her" (it was one of my first time telling my brother how I truly felt...and it was difficult to speak out the words, but I did it, just to hear his response). "It'll never happen, trust me" he replied curtly and went to sleep... I grew closer to her than I ever did with anyone in my life the more I was with her. A few days before I leave the country, I could not help but to feel regretful for not letting it out and tell her how I truly felt. So I decided to pull my guts and tell her that night, I told my brother that too and he was not too happy about it. I told her that night and I already knew she felt the same thing, we were both in love with each other. We both know the situation is odd since there will be consequences. We we could not help being in love with each other. I told her that there would be no one else like her in this world and that I'd hate myself to lose this chance. She told me that there wasn't anyone else like me either. She haven't ever felt so happy and so fullfilling ever since she was with me. I truly do feel the same way. We sat next to the ocean in the night, just us two, tears in our eyes, we wanted to be together, and we ask "why do we have to be related?..." . 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My parents came out to stop the fight, mom was crying and calling back over the country to tell people to tell my love's parents to sort it out and tell her to stop contacting me. Older brother continously shouts at me, verbally abusing me and threatens me. I went inside my room and sat on my bed feeling disastourous and gloomy while he still at the door wanting to come in and beat me some more. I became depressed the following days lying just in bed most of the time, having suicidal thoughts, feeling so hopeless. Yet I still know I love her and she still loves me, I wanted to live for her, as long as we are still living I believe there is still that glimmering hope down that dark pathway. I think a lot about moving out, disapearing from my family, I no longer feel closer to them, I honestly have never been close to them ever since growing up. Financially i am unable to move but if there was a chance I will. I need to be on my own, I truly had enough. If every positive thing in this world tells me to be true to myself, to believe in myself and decide on my own yet why am I being denied of all these things? I'm growing tired of this the more I grow up. Just then my brother came into my room and stares at me, intimidating me while my parents are away. He asked me if I still speak to her, I do not want to speak to him as I know he always is planning to give me the worse. I don't like speaking to him. I don't feel safe. I do feel afraid. He hits down my posessions, he threatens to smash my phone again and threatens to come over to me if I don't answer. I don't want to speak, there is so much in my mind that I can not speak out as I'm not a good speaker, I stayed quiet for who I am. He stood there for 20 minutes staring at me. He made remarks about how I have changed and is ignoring family members, I honestly don't have the mind to speak to them. He slammed the door and went outside punching the punch bag loudly. 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The sun was low on the horizon, casting long shadows on the red minivan as it bounced along the back roads of Chase County. Trent sat in the passenger seat; his firm arms were crossed against his chest. He stared out the window at densely packed trees and rolling hills as the landscape rushed by. His mother, in the driver's seat white knuckles gripping the steering wheel, sighed as she made a left turn down a rough gravel road.
"It's for your own good," she repeated for the hundredth time that ride. Trent couldn't tell if she was still trying to convince him or if she was trying to convince herself.
When the van rounded a bend in the road fifteen minutes later, Trent knew he was almost "home." The trees were becoming less dense, opening up into a wide field with the occasional tree here and there. The waves of that green ocean were defined by row after row of headstones; it sent a chill down his spine. A stone and wrought iron gate became visible and grew larger as they approached. A low wall appeared next. It started at the large central gate and ran along the horizon like a massive set of wings. As they passed under the arch, Trent saw an iron plaque on the right pillar that read: Serenity Memorial Cemetery. Inside the gate stood a Victorian style, three story house; its blue paint was bleached by the sun. The shingles on the box framed roof were a washed out gray. The minivan pulled to a stop in front of the small porch.
His mother shifted into park and shut off the engine. Even though she got out of the car, Trent didn't. He gritted his teeth and stared at the house. He watched his mother's every move as she went up to the front door and knocked. Trent had never been religious, but he started praying that no one was home. He groaned when the door opened and his mother hugged the figure that stepped out.
The man was short, not the average kind though. He was the stooped, old man kind of short. He wore a green plaid, short sleeve shirt and a pair of faded overalls that were two sizes too big. His glasses were small and round, pushed up high on the bridge of his nose, and his white hair was thin and cut extremely short. He shuffled with purpose across the porch, talking and laughing with Trent's mother. Ambling behind him, right at his heels, was a white and brown mottled basset hound. It followed him to the edge of the porch before it flopped down. His mother jerked her hand, motioning for him to get out of the car. He slammed his thumb onto the seatbelt release and roughly pushed the door open and got out.
"You must be Trent," his voice sounded like a cross between a wheeze and a creaking gate. Trent turned and put on a fake smile.
"Great Uncle Gilbert."
"Please, sonny, call me Gibby," he pointed toward the hound on the porch, "and that's Scout. He's a laid back dog, so he shouldn't give you any trouble. Now let's get your stuff inside."
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"These old bones just don't get around like they used to. I'll bring the rest in, you two can take them upstairs. You can pick any room up there."
Trent carried his duffle bags up the slanted, creaking stairs. He poked his head into each of the rooms before selecting the last room at the end of the hallway. It was a ten foot by ten foot room with walls that looked like they had been stained by chewed tobacco spit. A dusty dresser with an antique lamp sitting on top of it was up against the right wall and a dustier bed against the far wall. There was a window on the same wall as the bed, complete with dirty beige curtains and dingy horizontal blinds. It was the biggest, cleanest room on the floor. Trent stepped into the room and dropped the two duffle bags he was carrying and looked around. He remembered how his mother told him that staying here was better than the inside of a jail cell. Right now he really couldn't see the difference.
"Well, once you unpack, you'll feel right at home," his mother said behind him. The false cheer in her voice made him grind his teeth. She nudged him with another bag. He took it and dropped it on the bed and a cloud of dust rose up from the gray mattress.
"Yeah, right at home."
When the van was unpacked, the three stood out by the vehicle under the dim glow from the single working porch light. His mother gave him a tearful hug and told him to behave. Her voice was heavy with regret and self-loathing, as much as she wanted to blame him for all of this, Trent knew she blamed herself.
"Don't worry about a thing. I'll keep him out of trouble. Maybe even teach him about a good honest day's work," Gibby said. He patted Trent on the back. The young man winced. His mother smiled, got in the car, drove back down the gravel road, and through the gate. Gibby patted him on the back again.
"Let me show you around, Trent," he said and started toward the house, his basset hound flopping at his heels. Trent looked away from the shrinking taillights and followed his great uncle for the grand tour.
The downstairs had three main rooms. The first was the office for the grounds, complete with a huge map of plots that was hung up on one wall, a huge polished wooden desk, and a wing back office chair behind the desk and two smaller chairs in front of the desk. The second was a large parlor that was occasionally used as a showing room for grieving families if they couldn't afford the funeral parlor in town. The final room was a small kitchen with a beat up, brown card table set up in the center of the space.
"That door leads out back, and this one leads down to the basement. That's where the washer and dryers are at. Now you got a good look at the second floor. Feel free to move the furniture around to get what you like. I haven't been up there in over two years. The third floor is the attic; it used to be servant's quarters, but all of the past caretakers use it as extra storage, so who knows what's up there."
"Where do you sleep?"
"Down here in the office. Don't get any funny ideas; I'm a light sleeper and so is Scout," he winked at Trent. "That reminds me." He got up from the table and shuffled down the hall. Scout raised his head and looked like he considered following his master, but thought better of his and put his head back down. Gibby returned a moment later with a stack of papers. He handed them to Trent.
"Here's some information about your new high school. I think there's a copy of your schedule in there and a map of the school." Jackson glanced down at the map that lay on top. Timber Vale High School, home of the Cougers.
"You can take the truck tomorrow morning. I'll take care of all my paperwork while you're at school, and when you come home we can tend the grounds until sunset and then you can do whatever homework you have."
"Wow," Trent let the sarcastic remark slip.
"You weren't sent out here to socialize. From what I understand, that's what got you in trouble in the first place."
Scout huffed in his in his sleep, but it sounded like a chuckle to Trent. He straightened the stack of papers and stood up.
"I'm going to go unpack and go to bed," he said heading toward the hallway and stairs.
"Good idea," Gibby agreed. "Big day tomorrow. Good night, Trent."
Trent didn't respond. He climbed the stairs taking comfort in the fact that the old man wouldn't follow him. Once in his room, he tossed the papers onto the floor. He went through each of the bags and began pulling out shirts, jeans, socks, shoes, underwear, and all of the other items he packed. He filled the small dresser with clothes and when he ran out of room, he left them in piles on the floor. He found the sheets and comforter his mother had packed and made the bed. The duffle bags, once empty, were shoved under the bed. From a small box, he pulled out his alarm clock and set it using his watch. His bulky laptop was left on the floor, plugged in to one of the outlets and left to charge. Trent, settled in as much as he cared to, lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
The wind raged through the trees outside. The dry leaves blew around sounding like thousands of quick footsteps. There was a high pitched whistle as the wind wormed its way through the cracks around the window. Trent's eyes grew heavy and he closed them. He wished it was all a nightmare that he would wake up and everything would be fixed, but he knew wishes were for foolish children who didn't know anything. He fell asleep listening to the wind that sounded like the tired moans of a hundred ghosts.
The next morning, Trent awoke, cleaned up, and headed downstairs to the smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon. His nose led him into the kitchen. Gibby sat at the table sipping from a mug and reading the morning paper; he was dressed in the same overalls, but a different shirt. Trent noticed there were two plates piled high with delicious looking bacon and eggs. Gibby looked up from the paper when Trent entered the room.
"Breakfast, Trent? Back when I was a growing boy I had the most fearsome appetite in the mornings. I didn't know if you were the same way."
Trent felt a small pang of guilt. God only knew what time this old man had to get up to make all this food. He sat down at the table where there was an empty plate. He picked up a fork and started serving himself.
"I don't usually have breakfast, but this smells really good," Trent shoveled in a mouthful of eggs, chewed, and swallowed. "Tastes really good too."
Gibby smiled at this and he got up from his chair. Shuffling to the cabinets, he opened one and pulled out a mug.
"Would you like some orange juice, maybe some milk?"
"Coffee's just fine."
Gibby filled the mug and placed it on the table in front of Trent as he continued eating breakfast. The old man sat down and sipped loudly and swallowed even louder.
"How did you sleep last night?"
They lapsed into silence as Trent finished up the food on his plate and checked his watch.
"I probably better go," he stood. Gibby also got up and followed him to the door. Scout was once again at his heels.
"Truck's around the side of the house," Gibby instructed and handed the key off. "Now to get to the high school you just need to go down the gravel road until you get to the main one. Go right, that will take you into Franklyn. The high school should be one of the first buildings on the left. Have a good day, and don't dawdle after school, we've got work to do."
Trent was glad to shut the door behind him. There was an oppressiveness to the house that choked him. He couldn't blame Gibby though. Gibby was at least trying; it was more than his mother had done. Book bag slung over a shoulder, he rounded the corner of the house. There sat the saddest looking truck he had ever seen. It looked like it used to be a 1957 Chevy pickup truck with its rounded cabin roof, hood, and wheel wells. The original coat of green pain had almost been taken over by rust and the tail gate was missing. When he opened the driver's side door, it resisted with a dry groan of metal on metal. The seat bench had been repaired with duct tape and was lumpy to sit on. When he started up the truck it sounded like a shotgun going off.
The truck rolled out of the drive and Trent had no trouble finding the main road, after a quick drive, and having to turn around once, he made it to the school parking lot and parked the rusty behemoth. Judging from the few of cars, he had arrived way earlier than need be. So he sat, looking from his surroundings to the steering wheel as the anger from yesterday settled on him.
Trent blamed his mother for all this. If she had just minded her own business, they could have gotten along just fine. When his father died in a car accident, two things happened. The first was that he decided to live his life to the fullest, no second guessing, no regrets. He didn't want to lose it in an instant like his father. The second thing that happened was that his mother had insisted on integrating herself into every facet of Trent's life. The frequent check-ins while he was doing homework, the sudden interest in "family" dinners, and the early curfew. He had hidden his new habits from her as long as he could, but it was only a matter of time before she found out. Trent knew she overreacted, that she would come around. That she would come back for him.
A few more cars had pulled into the lot, and Trent sighed. He snatched his book bag from the passenger side of the bench and got out of the truck. The few people who were loitering turned to stare when the rusty truck door creaked open and slammed shut, courtesy of Trent. He ignored the stares and just walked to the main entrance. The end of the day couldn't come soon enough.
Gibby and Scout were waiting on the front porch when Trent pulled up the gravel drive. Off to the side of the porch was a gas tank, a riding lawn mower, and an ancient looking weed whacker. Trent parked, grabbed his bag, and got out of the truck. Gibby smiled.
"How was school, Trent?"
"Sucked," he said remembering the stares, whispers, and the isolation from the rest of the student body.
"A shame to hear that," Gibby shook his head. "We'll be doing some lawn upkeep in the northern part of the grounds. So get changed and we'll get moving. We've got a lot of ground to cover."
Trent went into the cool house and went up to his room. He dropped his bag on the bed and changed into a pair of grungy jeans, a beat up tee-shirt, and a pair of grass stained shoes. By the time he had gotten back outside, Gibby had set up a ramp to the truck bed and had the riding lawnmower half way up. Trent helped him with the last couple of feet and then loaded up the gas tank and weed whacker. Gibby clamored up into the driver's seat.
"C'mon, Trent."
Sighing, Trent climbed into the passenger seat, where Scout was already sitting like he owned it. He scooted the dog over and climbed up. He didn't even have the door shut before Gibby started down the trail.
The autumn air was still and warm as the truck ambled through the graveyard. The grounds were mostly silent. Only the cawing of crows broke the silence as the flapped from tree to tree, headstone to headstone. A few of the trees looked like lit matchsticks that flickered when the wind blew. The leave that had fallen skittered across the ground nosily like the running footsteps of little children.
"It's nice, isn't it?" Gibby's voice was soft and barely audible over the engine. Trent shrugged.
"It's more creepy than nice."
"That's what I used to think," Gibby chuckled, "back when I was your age. Back when my dad was the caretaker. I used to hate helping tend the grounds, but he'd make me do it every day after school. He just kept saying that I'd find something I liked about it. That I would eventually understand why he did it. I thought he was crazy as a jay bird for the longest time. But you'll learn, and you'll respect this ground." Gibby's voice trailed off, like he was listening to a voice only he could hear. Scout let out a low, soft bark and Gibby pulled the truck to a stop and parked it.
It was one of the less populated areas of the cemetery. There were a several tightly clustered family plots along either side of the road, but for the most part it was about an acre of open grass that needed mowed. Gibby got out and Scout followed him down. Trent groaned and opened the truck's door.
"Now I'm going to take the mower out into the field and get that taken care of. I want you to take the weeder and go around the headstone and take care of the grass in the family plots. Once I get done with the field I'll be through to take care of the paths between plots. Shouldn't take too long to clear this whole area," Gibby pointed around at the acre of open field and the acre of crowded headstones. The riding mower was now down the ramp and on the ground and Gibby sat in the seat and turned it on. "You know how to work that thing?"
Trent looked at the weed whacker in his hands and located the pull start and tugged on it hard. The engine wheezed and sputtered. He pulled on it again and this time it started up. Gibby nodded and started off, riding the mower in the direction of the field. Scout looked after his master and huffed before lying down under the truck where it was shady. Trent sighed and headed toward the nearest, overgrown family plot and started cutting down the tall grasses. The ground was spongy beneath his feet as he moved from marker to marker. It was a little unnerving for Trent to feel himself sink down half an inch with every step he took. It felt like he was being pulled down by the dead bodies six feet under him. He tried focusing on the drone of the weed whacker, but that didn't work. He tried humming, but that too didn't work. He could still feel the loam beneath his feet give way every step.
The weed whacker was buzzing through the grass around a tall, pillar marker for the Saeger plots and its smaller marker when a thought crossed his mind.
Who were the Saegers?
It was a floodgate question, and once that question was asked hundreds of others plagued his mind. Was George A. the father, or was he one of the sons? What happened to Emmaline S. that caused her death in 1905 at seven years of age? Did they always live here in Franklyn? Or did they leave and get shipped back when they died? He didn't know the answers, so he them up. They weren't elaborate stories, just simple explanations based on birthdates and death dates. It kept his mind busy while he cut the grass around the graves. He was in the Hamilton plot, coming up with a reason why Ester and Gregory decided to have nine children when Gibby roared up on the riding mower.
"Good deal, you've nearly got the whole acre done."
"Huh?" Trent looked back along the path he had taken. He'd cleared almost a dozen rows of plots and the sun was dipping below the tree line. He so engrossed with story explanations that he hadn't realize how much work he'd done or how much time had passed.
"Why don't you finish up that row and we'll call it an evening?"
"Yeah, sure thing." Trent had them cleared in about five minutes. By the time he got back to the truck, Gibby had loaded up the riding mower and was sitting in the driver's seat relaxing. Trent dropped the weed whacker into the back and climbed into the passenger seat, after scooting Scout out of the way.
The ride back was slow and quiet. Trent could feel the exhaustion seeping deep into his muscles. He couldn't remember a time where he had done that much physical labor. When they were back at the house, Trent unloaded the mower and the weed whacker and put them in the small, crowded garage next to the house. He rubbed his aching arms as he headed into the house and up the stairs.
"Do you want something to eat?" Gibby called after him from the kitchen.
"No, I'll grab something later," Trent called back. Once up the stairs and in his room, Trent collapsed on the bed. He knew he had homework to do, but he just wanted a minute to breathe. Every muscle began to ache and his eyes were getting heavy. He inhaled deeply and sat up, telling himself not to fall asleep yet, but it was a losing battle. The wind was howling again tonight, and as Trent fell asleep it almost sounded like the wind was saying something. A single word:
The rest of the week wore on in the same, tired way. Trent would wake up, go to school, come home, work in the cemetery, do his homework, and go to sleep. It was not the life he wanted. The repetition of the same daily routine began to wear him down, and he became the one thing he never wanted to be. Content. For weeks Trent lived the same day. Then he was broadsided, like a mobile home hit by a Kansas twister.
Her name was Alexis Jones. Trent had biology and history with her, but had pretty much ignored her along with the rest of the school. But it was hard for him to ignore her when she slammed down her lunch tray and sat directly opposite of him. He looked up at her, startled. She looked at him; her gaze was curious and scrutinizing.
"Can I help you?" Trent was confused.
"I figured it was time for someone to pop the Trent Higgins Bubble," she replied while opening her juice bottle.
"The what?"
"You know . . . the bubble that's been around you for the past month and a half. Haven't you notice how no one talked to you or even acknowledges the fact that you exist?"
"I just figured it was some conspiracy and didn't question it."
She laughed loudly, tossing her head back.
"You weren't far off. All the teachers warned us that you'd be a trouble maker, a bad influence on us. It's a small town, so people believed it."
"So why are you talking to me now?"
She tilted her head to the side and looked at him long and hard, considering her words carefully.
"You've been here for almost two months and the world hasn't ended," she took a swig of the apple juice. "I figure you can't be the anti-christ that everyone set you up as."
Trent smiled for the first time since he arrived. They talked the entire period, and Trent realized how much he missed contact with people who were his own age. He could feel the eyes of everyone else in the lunch room on him and her, but he didn't care. The inevitable question came up though.
"So what did you do to get the bad rap?"
The bell, signaling the end of lunch rang and the whole room was filled with the sounds of chairs scraping on the linoleum, the clattering of lunch trays, and loud chatter. Trent stood up to dump his tray. Alexis stood and grabbed his shirt sleeve.
"Are you going to answer my question?"
"Maybe tomorrow."
The rest of the day was different. Alexis was the first pebble of the avalanche of attention. For the rest of the day people he passed in the hall addressed him, asked him how he was doing. One kid even asked him a question about the reading for their English class. It was a complete one-eighty from even the day before. It was a much appreciated change of pace.
When Trent got home that afternoon, Gibby was waiting on the front porch with a couple of shovels. Trent parked the truck and got out.
"Don't tell me Scout died," Trent called out playfully. Gibby looked at him funny and stepped to the side, there sat Scout looking around lazily.
"Nah, he's alright. We've got some digging to do though. C'mon." Gibby walked down the stairs and motioned for Trent to follow him. Trent took the shovels from Gibby and followed him as they walked through the main plots and the rows of graves and plots. After a minute or so of walking, they arrived at a rectangular plot that was marked out with small orange twine tied to stakes in the ground. The headstone looked new, untouched by weather like many of the others.
"We have to dig a grave? By hand? Are you insane? Why don't we just get a back hoe or something?"
"Can't," Gibby said his voice soft and distant. "We can't disturb the peace. It upsets the graveyard, all that noise." Gibby extended his hand for a shovel and Trent handed him one and the two began digging. Trent felt goose bumps run up his arms and down his back every time he plunged the shoved into the earth. It felt to him like he was sticking it into flesh. After about an hour, Gibby had to bow out. He was winded and the hole was getting deep enough that he was having trouble getting out. Trent continued digging, and did his best to think about anything but where he was. But it couldn't be helped.
As he dug his way deeper into the earth his chest tightened and he had a hard time breathing. He remembered his father's funeral, standing over the gaping hole in the ground, watching the casket get lowered down into the darkness. He remembered his vow to live life the way he wanted. He didn't want to be stuck in a job he hated and never getting to live any of his dreams. . Trent remembered one conversation he had with his father. It was late at night and Trent couldn't sleep. He had gone downstairs to get something to drink and his father was still up, sitting at the kitchen counter his head bowed and in his hands.
"What's wrong, Dad?" He asked. His father looked up.
"Nothing, son, just wore out." His father sighed and sat up straight. "Promise me one thing Trent."
"What?" He pulled out a can of Sprite from the fridge and cracked it open.
"That you'll do what you want to do, that you'll have a goal in life and do everything to get it."
"Sure, Dad," Trent went back upstairs to bed. Two months later, his father was dead. The police said it was an accident, that he had hit a patch of black ice and lost control of the car. But Trent never believed it, he always felt that his father had crashed on purpose, to get out of a life he hated.
So, standing over his father's grave he made a promise. He promised to live life to the fullest. To experience everything and anything he wanted, regardless of the consequences. Then, and only then, when he did everything he wanted, he would settle down. Being stuck in a hole in a graveyard was the last thing he wanted to do. It took him a few hours to dig the hole to Gibby's standards and satisfaction, and when he was done, Gibby dropped down a ladder for Trent to get out. On the drive back, Trent made the decision that starting tomorrow he'd take his life back one step at a time.
The next day at school was completely different. Everyone wanted to talk to him, and it seems like everyone did. He joked with people before classes and the one table barrier at lunch vanished. He sat with Alexis and her friends and they talked about music, movies, teachers, assignments, and people. They also talked about their afternoon plans, and hanging out at a nearby diner.
"There's not much else to do in Franklyn other than hang out at Sam's Diner," Alexis explained. "But I'm sure you've got someplace you need to be."
"What makes you say that?"
"C'mon," Alexis replied rolling her eyes, "with the way you rush out of here every day, it seems like there's a fire you need to put out somewhere."
"Usually there is," he laughed and winked. "But I wouldn't mind hanging out tonight."
"You sure?" asked another boy, Greg Wilson. "I'd hate for you to get choked by pulling on your short leash." The table laughed hesitantly, most were waiting for Trent's reaction before laughing.
"Nobody keeps me on a leash," Trent said coolly, staring down the upstart Greg. The table went quiet before Trent cleared his throat causing Greg to bolt from the table and everyone to laugh.
"So, really, what's fun to do around town?" he asked the group at large once everyone settled down. They all started talking over one another. Most of them complained there was nothing fun to do around town, others suggested going down to Vicksburg. It was the nearest large town, there were plenty of things to do there.
"We could always break into the cemetery outside of town after dark," Alexis suggested. Trent looked at her confused. He wondered if she knew, if they all knew.
"Yeah, the caretaker is some crazy, old guy who lives all by himself," another boy spoke up. Trent bit his tongue to keep the smart reply from escaping. Everyone at the table was in agreement.
"Besides, I hear the place is haunted," another girl said.
"All the better," another boy said, "the ghosts will be out and about."
The table laughed as a whole. Then the talk turned serious, people began making plans, figuring out when and where to meet. Trent began to get a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, but agreed to meet everyone at the time and place.
The drive back seemed far longer than usual. The one thing Gibby cared most about was respecting the rest of those within his care, he had made that much clear to Trent in the time they had spent together. But it didn't matter, he was just some old man who had gone senile. He convinced himself that's all there was to it that nothing would come of his classmates poking around after dark.
Gibby wasn't waiting at the door when Trent parked, he went inside, calling for the old man.
"Office," Gibby called, "Taking care of paperwork today and giving these old bones a rest. Here let me show you some of this." The next few hours were filled with explanations of family plots and single plots, finances, and how to bill for various services. As the sun finally dipped below the horizon, he knew he needed to find an out to meet up with this classmates.
"This is all very interesting, but I've got some other homework to do. See you tomorrow."
Once upstairs and in his room, Trent checked the time. It was a quarter to eight; he only had fifteen minutes to figure out a way to get out of the house. He looked out the window, but there was no ledge, just a straight drop. He was sure he could make it, but he didn't want to deal with the sprained ankle or broken leg. He looked around his room and noticed the pile of laundry that had accumulated in the corner of his room. It had been a few weeks since he had done it.
He quickly stuffed his dirty laundry into a duffle bag and carried it downstairs with him. He walked as quietly as he could past the open office door, where his uncle and Scout were still sitting. His foot hit a floor board and it creaked loudly. Gibby's head bobbed up and his eyes connected with Trent's.
"Sorry Uncle," Trent held up the bag, "I need underwear. I didn't mean to wake you up." Gibby nodded and his head bobbed back down to his paperwork. Trent went into the kitchen and down into the basement. He started up the washer, dumped his clothes in, and checked his watch. He needed to get moving to meet everyone else. Up the basement stairs and back into the kitchen, he went to the back door and opened it slowly, praying it for it to stay silent. Mercifully it did. It took him ten minutes to get to the small group of trees that they said they would meet at. He was the first one there, so he climbed a tree and waited for the others to show.
It had only been about five minutes when he saw the first few pinpricks of flashlights down at the end of the road. There were eight flashlights, but there were more voices than that. As they approached, Trent dropped down from the tree and chuckled when he saw all the flashlights jump up.
"You guys scared or something?" He asked and was promptly smacked by a hand in the dark.
"Jerk," Alexis's voice was close and sent chills down his spine.
"Keep your voices down guys," another voice hissed. "We don't want to wake the guy up."
They walked in silence down the gravel road that crunched under their feet. The wind picked up, the blowing leaves sounded like people shadowing the teenagers' steps. A chill ran up Trent's spine and he felt like he was being watched. He thought he could hear the faintest whisper on the edge of the wind that said, "Don't." He ignored it chalking it up to paranoia.
They had no trouble vaulting the low stone wall when they got to it. When Trent landed on the soft ground and felt it sink under him, he felt his stomach turn. Something was very, very wrong. But he kept his mouth shut. It was his chance to finally fit in, to start taking his life back. The group walked past the house, it was dark, no movement inside. It didn't stop Trent from feeling like he was being watched.
Then someone tripped, and swore loudly. It echoed off the many grave stones and bounced back harshly in their faces. Everyone froze and looked toward the house. The porch light came on and the running started. Trent ran with the group; they were just getting to the house when the front door banged open.
"What are you kids doing?" Gibby hollered and clamored down the porch steps. Scout baying at his heels. The other kids were running and laughing. Gibby chased them as best he could, and most of the kids were over the wall by the time Gibby had gotten to the gate. Trent was about to vault the wall when he heard a sickening, dull thud. He looked back over his shoulder. Gibby was laying on the ground, clutching his chest.
"Uncle Gibby!" Trent ran back to him. "What's wrong?"
"Trent . . . Trent," the old man's voice was hardly a wheeze. He grabbed Trent's hand and held on tight.
"You'll be fine, Uncle Gibby. I'm going to go call an ambulance. I'll be right back."
"No, no, no. Wait." Gibby's grasp tightened. "Listen to me. They're yours now, take care of them."
"You're going to be okay, I'll be right back." Trent ran to the house and picked up the phone in the office. He dialed 911 and rattled off the nature of his emergency and his location. He left the phone off the hook and ran back to the front door. When he got there, he could see a crowd had gathered around his uncle.
"Hey! Get away from him!" He ran out to them. When they turned to look at him, he stopped dead in his tracks.
They were the faces of the people he had imagined. The stories in his head all the month he had worked here. He could see right through all of them as they stared at him with voided eyes. He could tell they blamed him, they didn't have to say a word, he could feel it.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. He knew his life had hit a dead end. As much as he fought being grounded to any one place, he was grounded here now. He had paved the path that led him here and he realized that now. The sirens were louder now, filling the air with their wails and disturbing the peace of the graveyard.


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Prospect Rise: Buyer Profile – Nicolette and Adrianna
Nicolette and Adrianna
Their Townhome: Ruby Floorplan
Why did they pick Prospect Rise?
– Location, Location, Location
– Love the Double Master Bedrooms
– Price to features ration is perfect
Favorite Memory from the past year?
Both: Meeting the love of my life & Fiance
If you could have one super power, what would you choose?
Adrianna: Invisibility
Nicolette: Screw one super power I want them all…also known as being a cooler than a Twilight vampire!
Most embarrassing moment?
Nicollete: Two Weeks into a new job with an armored vehicle company, a toilet was flooding at work (which I did not plug!) I attempted to help by draining the water through a floor drain, but the drain wasn't attached to anything and all that gross water ended up flooding the vault that was right below, holding…well lets just say, a lot of money!
Strangest food you've enjoyed eating?
Adriana: Venison, but I don't think its weird, haha!
Nicolette: Pig Tongue
If you could be a fictional character, who would you be?
Adrianna: Thor
Nicolette: Bond 007 or Ezio Auditore
What would I find in your fridge right now?
Adrianna: Milk, orange juice, and a bunch of random things
Nicolette: Ready cooked chicken an d ground turkey, cut up veggies, cooked brown rice & yams, almond milk and mustard
If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?
Adrianna: Weeping williow
Nicolette: (One up) the Whomping Willow from Harry Potter!