”It was just luck that I was walking my Market Street beat and happened to be near the north end of town. I heard a roar, angry roar, from No-Name. ...What was left of No-Name.I drew my Army Peacemaker and fired a shot straight up. Cayuse would hear it, should hear it, and come running. I kept the revolver in my right hand, held my scattergun in the left.One of Venerable’s Deacons, I didn’t know his name, crashed around a corner, and brushed his shoulder along my chest. Didn’t stop, just picked up. ’ It wasn’t possible that the author of the poem had indeed returned and had even written back to him? The boy on the bench didn’t pay any attention to him so it obviously wasn’t his. His heart skipped a beat as he untied the ribbon. Looking around him he unfolded the note…no kiss on the outside this time. The paper was damp from the dew and sagged between his fingers. He sat down to read it. ‘Someone read my thoughts today. After I lost my poem along the way. Does his loneliness match my own?. She reached her arms up and wrapped them around his neck as they embraced in a long kiss.He continued to paw at her ass as they made out. Her legs shifted a bit, and she was now practically lying on top of him on the edge of the couch. He stopped kissing her a couple of times to whisper something into her ear. She just smiled and kissed him back.I sat still, continuing to breath heavily in shock. I was holding out hope that my mom would wake up out of her daze and slap him silly. I couldn't. I would have hated to burn myself. I put her food on a tray and took it in to her. She was still lying on her bed completely dressed. It felt strange to be naked around someone who was fully clothed. I put down the tray and her bed and started to look for clothes. “Eat with me,” she said. She patted a spot on the bed beside her. “Let me get dressed first.” “That makes no sense. If you get dressed you could spill something on your clean clothes.” She had a point there so I stayed nude and.