July lowers its head, plays its fingers in turns. "Am I bad?" The wistful eyes looked back at David.
"Of course, not. I'm telling you, it's their fault to have your heart set on you. If Yola thinks that way, it is he who is not in control."
"Do you love me?" Ask July.
"How many times do I have to tell you how much I love you," says David. "You should know, I loved you before we knew each other."
"Really? "July opens its eyes wider.
David nodded. "I admired you before you knew me. I keep asking dad about you." Suddenly David chuckled. "I have followed your routine. While attending the martial arts school with Dion, I could always ask you how you were doing with dad."
July is still brooding for the rest of David's story.
