Cecil Mundy is... I should say was... the best Guitar Player to ever hit this town." Aunt Patsy, What happen to him?" Drafted! The Army took him last ...month."And, my favorite Nephew, if you're lucky... someday maybe you'll learn to play the guitar half as well as Cecil Mundy plays, "my Aunt Patsy said, giving me that little understanding smile of hers.The legendary Cecil Mundy though gone... is everywhereAt home later that day when my father came in from the fields I was on him before he could. "She's not registered, under her own name at least, as a guest." You could look at the check-ins around the time the van arrived. The one we think she was in," I said around a fork full of scrambled eggs."Not a horrible idea," Sandy said, "but not something easily done. There are several places to stay at the resort. I can't flash my credentials at every reservations desk. Eventually, someone would check with my superiors and then they'd raise hell about abuse of authority. No, I can pull in. He had worked at the shop for a year. The ice cream shop was popular with local teenagers. His boss had put in a few video games that the kids liked to play. Jerry was a bit awkward and a little nerdy around girls. He enjoyed them, but more from a distance. Sometimes, his friends would hang out in the shop and he'd give them free ice cream. He only did that on slow nights, because he didn't want his boss to find out. Jerry liked working at the ice cream store. His boss trusted him and would let. I hadn't hoped for the future, hadn't even considered it, until he showed me what might have been, and then ripped it away. I'd never missed hope, because I hadn't known I was missing it; now it left a gaping void in my soul. I'd heard the term 'sucking chest wound' before, back on Earth; I had no idea what it meant, really, but the description matched the pain in my chest as I sat there, sobbing, watching all of the sandcastles I'd built out of hope crumble.I cried myself out, until my throat.