From the pace of firing, he knew that one of his people had already found a camp and taken it out.He looked in the direction of the camp. After half a...n hour, there was no flare. The instructions were that if a person was wounded, they would call into the camp and a flare would be fired. That would let him know that he was to move in and rescue the person. He relaxed and watched his environment.A few birds that he recognized as rock doves flew away from an area not too far from him. He took note. If I?d beenborn the daughter of a plantation owner in Deep South the 1800?s, I suppose I?dhave known all about it by the time I was grown. But what with slavery being(a) illegal and (b) not really the done thing in polite society, what chancewas there that I?d have any idea of how to deal with what lover boy presentedme with? I mean after ?Beulah, peel me a grape,? what do you say to them? So thereshe is on the floor and she?s like wrapped up in rope with the stuff around herwrists and her. . no steady girl." I guess I'm not surprised. Now that you've added a few inches, it's going to be easier for you," she smiled."Yeah ... well ... I hope so." I wasn't quite as sure about that as she was."What kind of a girl would you want to have?"I shrugged. "I don't know. Beggars can't be choosers."She laughed lightly. "You aren't very confident in yourself, are you?"I shrugged again."How would you like to be my boyfriend?" she asked out of the blue.I had no idea how to answer that question.. ”Mel teaches shop at Congress high school where Dadcoaches. He’s really good with tools and can fix justabout anything. He and Dad have been best buddies foryears now. Mel loves to take things apart and put themback together, so fixing the hot water heater would be awelcome challenge for him.We assembled around the kitchen table. Dad had whipped upone of his power shakes in the blender with bananas, skimmilk, and some sort of powdered supplement from thehealth food store. This.