That's Susan.After I went with Alan to Tennessee we set up his trailer (now it's OUR trailer) in an RV park and we got me set up to go back to school.... I met Susan. We had advanced placement classes together. She's smart. And cute. Some people might say she's a little plump, but there are thousands of women who'd see Susan and wish they were shaped like her. But she was nice and friendly and I was the new girl in school so we kind of started talking. Next thing I knew she was having a little. We did some school work for a while, and I suggested we learn some music. Aideen had given me the chance, and I wanted to make use of it. We took her violin and Fiona’s recorder to their music room. She told me they usually used the living room when they played together, but it was better to practice there, to avoid disturbing people. It was a well-insulated room with padded walls and enough recording equipment for amateur production.“Shall we prepare something seasonal for New Year?” she said.. "Listen, sex is a natural part of life. If your husband can't perform, that shouldn't mean -"She turned to the side. Her hanging breasts were in profile. "How do you know that?" Inga tells the truth. Always. To everybody."Her face showed a thoughtful expression, as if she was cataloging all the private parts of her life Inga had shared, with me and others. "It's all my fault." She fell back to the bed, her head to the side. "He's dysfunctional because of me."I didn't get the cause and effect.. "Fuck it," he said aloud as he sorted through the few boards he had. "I've already cut them to eight foot lengths when I sawed them out of the log, so my box is going to be eight feet long. If I cut the boards in half, I won't have any waste, so the box is going to be four feet wide."After carefully measuring, he marked the first board and cut it in half. Putting one on top of the other, he checked to make sure he had cut the board in the exact center. With the first board for a pattern, he.