Maybe loved her. And her body never bothered me. The opposite actually.“You’re calling early,” she remarked. We usually talked lengthily after d...inner.“Uhm, I have plans,” I told her.“Oh?”“There’s a night class I’m checking out.”“What sort of class?”“Dance?”She laughed. “What kind of dance?”“Modern?”“Was it a girl who told you about it?”“Yes, but I’m only interested in you.”“Back at you, big guy.”“So ... I got the part,” I shifted. “Stage Manager in Our Town.”“Of course you did.”I thought Carol. ”We strolled though the old town and I gave Rachael a running commentary.“Everyone thinks the Boothill Graveyard was named for the occupants. They’d have you believe that the graveyard is full of people who died violent or sudden deaths and were buried with their boots on. In truth, the graveyard was named Boothill in the 1920’s, not the 1800’s, and named after a cemetery in Dodge City. They hoped it would bring tourists to Tombstone. It didn’t.”“Huh.”We walked along and I observed, “The 1881. To put it into perspective - if you have a twenty five dioptre correction you can be legally classed as blind!Unfortunately at that time there was no replacement lens operations available as now. If you needed thick lenses you had to manage with them or go under. I was taunted and bullied as an ‘ugly’ girl and so I began to believe that I was indeed ugly. This being so I never attempted to try and alter my hair or wear make-up as I considered it a waste of time. It was Valentine’s day in. . äh.. Ranger! Ist jemand da? Hier ist es nicht mehr sicher, bitte öffnen sie die Tür!", rief ein Mann, doch wie ein Ranger klang der nicht wirklich. Emilia zumindest war nicht überzeugt. "Wie oft willst du noch fragen? Jetzt mach einfach die scheiß Tür auf du Idiot.", sagte ein anderer. Emmi's Augen weiteten sich und sie lief schnell zu der versteckten Falltür im Wohnzimmer, die unter den Boden der Hütte führte. Gerade noch rechtzeitig, denn Sekunden später hörte sie einen der Männer sagen:.