They all knew exactly how to arrange it. After evening prayers, after they were in their cells, after Brother James's bed check, then they could sneak... out. He always checked at the same time, an hour or so after they were supposed to be asleep, and then he himself was a heavy sleeper.After the sun's light had vanished, they turned the boat and paddled back towards the island, retracing their afternoon's symbolic progress much more quickly. They skirted the island to the left. Before long they. Mr. Walstorm seemed unaffected. Mrs. Walstorm was obviously pleased. "I am happy to be bringing Harold," she motioned to her son, "who I insist be referred to as Harriet within your facility." She rambled on about how impressed she was with our security. I studied Harriet. Very feminine hair and face, a touch of makeup. The anger in the eyes did not match the shy demeanor at all.Five minutes of general interchanges gave me little more information. Mrs. Walstorm tried to run the show. I figured. His thoughts were on a girl as most boys his age often thought of but not in the same crude manner as his brethren. This boy was different, or maybe it was the girl who was different. He couldn’t tell. He glanced at the clock catching only the hour and not the minutes. 2 am. He smiled at the peace that existed at night. As those very thoughts ran through his head his ears perked at a noise from out of the window. A high pitch whine, part dog, part jungle monkey chirped in a rhythm as if a pack. Connie, the mother, was the type of woman that wouldn’t put up with any nonsense that she didn’t approve of.Those fun seekers that thought she was just another silly submissive female to jump through a hoop for them were sadly mistaken.Sometimes, she took care of the enforcement business herself and other times she called on one of her many male friends to attend to some rudeness or insult that annoyed her enough to call for retribution of a personal nature or revenge if the insult was too.