Inner voice: I parked the car. Turning it off, silencing its low roar, I took off my seatbelt and stepped out into the cold, star-studded night. I thought for a moment… then gave up, dropping into the seat and reaching into the bag that lay on the passenger seat to remove the black notebook, the leather binding fresh against my skin. [Tico gets out of the car again and goes down the concrete path towards a house] Inner Voice: This is a really nice house, I thought. The elaborate carvings that ran along the eaves, its cerulean shutters, even the interesting melodic, creaking sound of the footsteps they made when I stepped down and stood up. I hoped to use this house later as a setting in one of the stories I had created.[Tico knocks on the door. It opens and his sister Debbie appears from behind]Tico: Hey Debs! Happy Thanksgiving! Debbie: [a little forced] Hey, happy Thanksgiving! Inner voice: Ah, my sister's embarrassed smile. It's subtle, invisible to the average human eye, but I knew it all too well. Tico: Oh no. You didn't burn the turkey again, did you??...