She told herself she wasn’t going to mess up the diary ever again, that was for sure. Mrs. Denver returned, looking even more cross. “I’m sorry ...but I have just spoken to the speaker asking why he is late. It seems he never heard from my secretary confirming the date and is now out of town. I’m sorry.” “ Well really,” said one of the Mothers’ sounding very annoyed, adding, “We were so looking forward to it. It does seem Charlotte has messed up Mrs. Denver. I mean really messed up.” Mrs. Denver. “Hopefully, what I have learned will help me for many years.”We all chuckled a bit.I looked at Jam. “Let’s go out to the garden and pray. I have the sheet of paper in my pocket.” He nodded. We stood holding hands.Angela asked, “Where are the two of you going?”“Ange, we’re going out to the garden to pray. I have the list of those killed in my pocket.”She nodded and stood. That didn’t surprise me. I knew my friend had a strong, praying faith. Roger didn’t release her hand so came with us. We went. Well, that works. Now to solve where I had left my phone.“It’s in the nook behind your head.”“Thanks, Heather,” I whispered. I reached up and behind me and patted my hand around until it connected with the object of my search. I grabbed it, put it in front of my eyes, realized that my eyes were still closed, and opened them, thus noticing the time: 7:36A text from Mom: “Are your panties a statement?”Oh. Memory rushed in of last night, then of yesterday evening and afternoon. Oh, yeah. We won. ”“She’s a great young woman who’s been through a lot. I’m glad to call her my friend.”Sandra didn’t look at Brad, her pulse quickening as she guided his hand slightly higher on her leg.“Life has been a little rough for Jessica since the accident. I have to work fulltime now to make ends meet. She misses her dad and I miss him too, especially the closeness we shared.”“Would you please touch me?” she asked softly, guiding his hand under her short hem.“Are you sure?”“Yes, I haven’t been with a man.