I was never able to find out the blonde's name, though we heard from Laverne a few years later and she had a son who was about the right age. I wonder... about those children of mine ... sometimes I dream of them...When I turned 29 I returned to my hometown. I had been out in the world trying to make my mark, but with a failed marriage and a recent job layoff behind me, I was ready for a change. Little did I realize the kind of change I would get!"I'm home!" I called out as I walked into my family. I'm not any of my sisters." And they're not you." Good thing too!" laughed Misty, not caring if she kept her siblings up, "'Cause then I'd have some real competition!"Miranda grinned before giving Misty a puzzled look as the girl got to her feet and searched around in the darkness for a few moments before finding where their pack backs had been moved. "Here we go," she muttered mostly to herself as she quickly unpacked a few old clothes in her search."Candle?" her lover inquired as Misty stood. She had never let him know about her feelings for him. The justification, she wanted to give him time to tell her his feelings. As she examined that juicy little justification closer she understood that she felt William would run off. She knew, deep down inside, that William didn't share her feelings. That he was coming back more and more because the requirement for commitment was never stated but the goodies were still dangled in front of his face just the same. Today she had wondered about. I was trying to think of something that might help. So far the only thing that made sense was indeed to run. Even so, I wasn't quite ready to do that just then.My phone rang, "Hello," I said into it while looking all around."Miss Porter, this is Gerrard at the French consulate," The government has your people. They are threatening to put them on trial. Even though they were under attack the government wants to call their response to that attack murder." The male voice suggested."That's not.