"May I ask who is in there?" her rough, deep voice bellows in a ratherauthoritarian manner."U-uh... it's Ryan C," I answer meekly."Ryan?" She sounds a... bit startled, if only for an instant as to my realname. "Oh, yes, I was notified of your little excursion this week. I didreceive a short call from your French teacher that you had yet to showup!" She gets right down to business."I just need to use the restroo-" For a third of class?" she interrupts, rather stern."Erm... I... I kind of forgot how. “You don’t want it anymore, so I get the hand-me-down ranch thingy and now I get stuck here, is that the way it is?”“Nope!” Dad answered calmly. “The land here is just flat worn out and no good for farming at all ... and most of the springs have dried up, so running cattle or horses ain’t happenin’ neither. But them oil companies keep snoopin’ around, explorin’ an’ stuff. Couple a’ them have already made an offer ... an’ they’ll come back to do it again. This time, you can get your best price. To him that suggested a person with strength. ‘I have to agree with you, ma’am.’ He said as a jolt of pain shot through his back, making him since. ‘And apparently when it does, it makes up for lost time. It’s one hell of a storm.’ She held her hand out to him and he took it carefully. He took his time standing, slightly embarrassed at the various pops and clicks his knees made as he did so. Another bolt of pain shot up his back and he quickly took the seat opposite the woman on the opposite. By You, since clearly all those things were the sound of You trying to tell me something. But ... I don't know if I can walk it. It's scary, to put my trust in someone else's hands. It's scary, to put my life in someone else's hands. And, to me (as I'm sure You know) they're much the same thing. I'm not saying I can't or won't try, I'm just saying ... It's scary. It's something new and different, and every time I've tried it in the past, it just ... It hasn't worked out.Will you help me? If I.