Me. This. I may look better on the outside, but my emotions are still a mess. I’m completely drained. It’s not just about your sister, Karin, ther...e are so many other things that I’m dealing with.”“I’ll listen if you want to tell me,” Karin said. “Please let me help you.”I considered whether I should open up to her. She was young, even younger than Sofia. Was it right to pour all the pent-up emotion out here, to her? On both my visits, Karin had offered support without asking for anything in. ’ There were six yea’s and one nay from Trevor. Sandy stared at him, ‘What?’ Trevor said, ‘I don’t think he is, I know he is.’ Sandy laughed. ‘Mike says the only reason he did it was because it was her turn to do the dishes.’ ‘Wrong!’ I shouted, ‘She promised to give me a little that night, I was gonna get lucky.’ Little Tommy said, ‘Why was you gonna get lucky Unka Mike?’ ‘Ah! Er! Because Aunt Jen said so, OK?’ ‘Yeah, hi! Daddy and Momma’ My Dad laughed, ‘See how even a skilled attorney. ” I returned her hug, and then she stepped back and examined my car. “Well, I knew something was up when you got home,” she said, with a smirk on her face.“What do you mean?” I asked, all innocent.“Well, when I left you last night you were wearing one of your western shirts, that one” she said, pointing to the shirt laying on the folded down back seat. “And when you came home last night, you were wearing Steve Miller.”She then reached out before I could stop her and grabbed the shirt from the. But we didn’t date or discuss dating; that would have crossed a line. So we often just sat by each other and chatted on the bench during games. I was not a starter, so I had a lot of free time on the bench. I was usually put into a game in the late innings. I was an excellent fielder and fast, but my batting was just average, so my entry was to fill a specific need. We were playing the University of Tulsa, in a tight ballgame where we were behind by one run. Mason, our pitcher, had bunted.