“I sag more than Lonnie,” she said, pragmatically. “It may be more difficult to do mine, and take longer to get off. I’m not going to try to r...ush it. Pat? Why don’t you come over to my house tomorrow, so we can take our time.”“Okay,” I said, automatically.Aunt Vanessa leaned forward. “That would leave tonight ... open.”“I’m next!” said Grandma immediately. “Age, before beauty.” She looked at Vanessa. “Besides ... give the poor boy a break. He’s already done three of them this week. He’s. In his pre-ordained path to follow in his family's footsteps, he was raised singing, dancing and learning how to do tumbling and acrobatics at the same time he was learning to walk and talk. Not long after came instruments to play and props to master. Juggling, knife throwing, bow and sling practice, wrestling, self defense, ropes to swing on and climb, all were part of his play. He also learned to ride and take care of animals, as the Troup employed a great number to pull their large wagons to. Eckert caught her as she fell. The black rings around her vision had been back for a while, but she'd ignored them, together with the shaking in her legs. "Why didn't you say something?"His concern was obvious, it was in his voice and eyes, in the tender way he held her. "There's so much to do, hundreds of kids need this stuff. Most of them won't have a change of clothes, no blankets to sleep in. Those sweatshirts will help, there got to be fifty of them and it doesn't matter if they're too. "As far a Sergeant Delco could tell, that last did not even need to be said. This soldier looked like he had killed many times before, and would do it again if he felt it was necessary. When Sergeant Delco turned around, the soldier placed some kind of strip around both wrists then pulled it tight. A brief tug proved to the Sergeant that his hands were not going anywhere until this soldier decided to free him. The soldier pushed him to the floor with a firm but steady pressure.Sergeant Ortiz.