Richard took Tim by his manicured hand and led him to the dinner table.His satisfaction with Ms. Lawrence was evident and his excitement withthe new T...im was obvious as he looked him over and listened to the soundof the zipping nylons and the swish of the crisp rayon dress. He wascloser now, the statuesque young "lady" with the curled light brown hairdid indeed look like a model, "she" moved and gestured just like one too.Tim was still a work-in-progress but the rough edges were beginning. I got closer to try to figure out what it was that she was saying but it was too quiet to hear. I knelt down beside her and put my ear next to her to hear. I couldn’t make out what she was saying at all. I was about to leave and then stopped to look at her again. Her face was still pretty despite the weight. Her face still looked a lot like that 120 lb vixen from all those years ago and I started to become attracted to her. I’m not the type to take advantage of people but I felt a sudden. ‘What’s the matter, honey?’ She got up and gave him a hug. ‘You look like you’ve been crying.’ ‘Mom, do…do you think I…I’m just like Dad?’ her son asked. ‘What do you mean, honey?’ Mary asked. She led her son to the bed and both of them sat down. Ricky shrugged. ‘I’m not sure,’ he said. ‘Mom, what kind of person am I?’ ‘I think you’re a pretty special kid,’ Mary said. She wasn’t sure what Ricky was getting at and didn’t want to take a chance on upsetting him. ‘Yeah, but Matt is the only real. He had served with distinction and courage in the Maryland cavalry during the war. Captured by the confederates, he had been imprisoned for over a year in a southern pow camp. While there, he had assumed command and, by all accounts, saved the lives of many of his fellow POW’s”When he was released, he disappeared from public view. Reemerging here in Wilkins as one of the largest landowners in the region. He had also established an organization of ex-soldiers and victims of the war. In some.