"But how are you so sure that this will work?" Because she's my daughter," Mom said resolutely. "And it sure as heck would work on me!"Amanda and I st...ared at her in disbelief for a few moments, then we both laughed.We pulled up into the pool parking lot a little after eight, both of us hoping that Kelsey and Stacey would be there. The talk with Mom had made us feel a little better since if there was one thing we knew we could do, it would be showering Kelsey with love and affection. If that's. I hated writing about what I was enduring at first but as theweeks passed my time with pen and paper became a solace to me. Recently, I decided to publish my journals. I am not a writer and when Iset down the accounts of my ordeals, I often wrote in a form one might describeas 'streams of consciousness'. At other times I employed personal shorthand.In order that my experiences and feelings be presented in a more readable manner,I sent my journal to the author to be presented in whatever form he. The obscurity of the fog made it hard to see any more than that.As it got closer, I could see the figure, dressed in a long, hooded cloak. I stood still, watching, thinking that the loud beating of my heart was sure to give me away.As though on cue, the clouds had moved and the moon was once again bright, illuminating the sky and surrounding area. Standing alone in the clearing, circled by old growth fir trees, the figure lowered the hood to reveal the most beautiful woman I had ever. But she was getting scared as the night wore on, and had to keep telling herself that it was going to work out, that her father had to feel the same way about her. She watched him and knew a thrill of anticipation as she saw him getting smashed.If she hadn't made it with Glynn, if she hadn't swung with her own brother and gotten into that wild tangle with him and Jean, maybe she wouldn't have the nerve to try what was coming up. But she had to go through with it now; if she didn't, her mother.