"Angie couldn't believe what had happened since Friday, her Dad would have been very happy.Scott stood and offered his hand to Angie, "If you'll start... breakfast I'll go feed so that by the time we've finished eating and cleaned everything up they'll be through as well."Scott went out the door headed for the barn, whistling some unknown song, happier than he'd ever been. He fed the horses and mules then put the tools and parts he might need for the windmill in the wagon they would be taking.. "I told Mrs. Keremough a completely fabricated story of nearly falling down the same hole a few months ago. In fact I don't think I was ever at the dump, but hopefully that would not be something the police would be checking on.As I walked to my car I thought about Mrs. Gilman's feelings. Was it better to lose your child suddenly, or to know for months or years that she'd be dying? I shook my head violently. Neither alternative was easy to contemplate even in the abstract; when connected to. This was far worse than pissing away parts of kidney stone and that's as close as men get to the pain women receive when delivering.I looked at Cynthia and her bright blue eyes full of fear and worry. I focused on her and slowly the pain fell away. I kept on her, taking in the full flavor of what appeared to be her emotions. Images briefly flashed in my head of the day dad died, her first spanking, etc. Suddenly, I realized I had stopped screaming."Are you all right, Sam?" she timidly asked. I. Oh I was plunging her with a passion and auntie was getting all worked up breathing heavier too. She shook like a screen door in a force nine gale and stiffened up a few times then after a bit cooled off some but not towards me."Oh Raymond, you must visit your auntie Heather much more often, Oh I feel so good." Gonna show me how to string some good beads?" If that is what you would like, then yes. What are you thinking of?" Well aunt Heather, I was thinking about you being short on half-glasses.