Then, one of the maids ushered us to Casimir’s wing in the house. He had an expression of stony anger on his face the whole time. “Casimir, are you alright?” I whispered. I didn’t have to ask. His hands were clenched into fists. His heart was growing harder and callosed by the minute. I knew how badly he wanted to see his father, but at the same time, he was so enraged at him for not caring. When we stopped at Casimir’s room, he yelled something nasty at the staff member. She stood there, shaking, and started apoligizing for making him vexed. Then, she ran away. I was silent. “Why can’t everybody just leave me alone? This is my own effing house, dammit!” Casimir screamed. He staggared into his room and tripped. “I hate the world! I never want to see anyone ever again!” he shouted, in tears. “Cas, is there anything I can do?” I asked, soothingly. “Go away, Essie! And leave me alone! I’ve had enough dissapointments for today,” he said sharply. I left the room, not knowing what else to do.