A ranch style home with large Oak trees surrounding it. The tress offer shade during the hot summer days. We drive down to the barn and park the truck... and trailer. Kenny is already at the barn waiting on our arrival. His wife Susan is with him and they both are eagerly awaiting their first look at Vanessa. Susan is the first to approach us as we exit the truck. She walks up to Vanessa with her hand extended in friendship. “You must be Vanessa.” she says as she shakes her hand. Vanessa is. "I buried my face in my hands. "I am so sorry. If you left and nevercame back, I'd understand."He put his arm around me. "Are you kicking me out? Because I'drather not go, if you don't mind." Really?" I sniffled. "I am so sorry. I should've told you sooner." You should have." I was afraid. I was afraid you would hit me. Or certainly hate me.Both of which would be completely understandable."He got annoyed. "Hitting would never be. Neither would hating.You're my friend, a good friend. Why would I. I am hardly able to walk and you think I'm a warrior. I think it is you and the others here that have lost their wits."The man didn't like this. He dropped the hook before standing and leaving.I took the hook and used the stone I had used last night and put back the points the way they should. When I was done I woke up the boys and I said, "Let's wake up Iulius and go fishing?"The old man was already awake and shaming. He got up for his own piss then supplied the horsehair I needed. The gates. I got there just before the show ended. I pulled around to a hidden exit like they told me. Sat there reading Albom's column in the Freep until the exit door flies open and she comes strutting out with two of her backup singers and a whole herd of security. They aren't happy when she has me shut the car door after her and the girls get in, but she rolls down the window and says they can follow behind.I get behind the wheel and turn to her."Good evening, Miss Turner." Call me Tina. And let's get.