Mother, bless her; miss her, died giving life to us. Dad was lost without her and raised us in a haphazard way — there at times, often not.Early mem...ories: Dad on the floor, asleep? No, the bottle by his hand belies the truth in that. Cindy, one hand, Lee, me, the other. Drag him, pull him. Grunting with our childish lack of strength."Push... Cindy, Pull! Get him on the bed and we can go to find food." Not an easy task.Food? Kill the rabbit. Dad, bless his soul, raised rabbits. He sold the fur —. Perhaps if there is discretion, she can know it is happening but it is not in front of her and she knowingly gives us space and opportunity.”“I think she is going to be a very bright and aware girl and woman. I think it might be possible. I hope so, husband. I enjoy this very much.”“And … with Dog, also, I believe.”“Yes, oh yes.” She blushed, visible despite the flush of their love making. “Being with Dog seems like it should be so wrong, but instead it just feels so right to give myself. Frustrated and worried, she decided to draw a bath in the hopes of relaxing and distracting herself until his arrival. She entered the small bathroom, a golden glow welcoming her from the many small and large candles scattered about the claw foot tub. She filled the tub and let her scarlet colored robe fall to the stony floor, her ivory skin shimmering in the light. She piled her mahogany waves on top of her head with a small barrette and slid into the water, closing her eyes as the warmth. She sounded like she was going to be a little more serious orwas going to at least stop flipping me crap about James."Yeah, well none of this is funny," and I could hear the defensive twangin my tone, "It's not like I have experience or, well, this is all newfor me Lisa. I have no idea if I'm doing any of this right. I mean,what's right? Was last night right?" I wasn't controlling my voice at alland just quit speaking as if my thoughts had run dry, which of course wasthe farthest thing from the.