He counted the bullets into the magazine. He was a tall and buff nineteen year old. His body was only made larger by the simple, baggy clothes that he... wore. His head was shaven bald to underline his resolve in life. His mother appeared in the door, a large, overweight, and childbirth battered woman. A long sheet of clothes had been wrapped around her body, arms, and covered her head hair. Both her arms were raised to the ceiling and she wailed into a mourning yell that roused everyone in the. If I wasn’t fully awake before I am now. How about turning on some light?’ ‘I will in just a minute. How much do you remember about last night?’ ‘I was dreaming some of it, but I remember you were making the front half of my body mold and then you said you were going to give me another shot. What was that for? Oh yeah, you said you wanted to make a Jonesy doll. What was that about and what do you mean by my ‘status’, and what the hell is this thing on my head? I know it has something with the. "Have you decided where we're bound?" she asked after a silence."I thought we'd go south to Saturna, maybe anchor in Winter Cove overnight." Oh great," she said enthusiastically. "I love that place." Then it's settled," he said. "Why don't you take the helm for a bit, and I'll get some coffee and biscuits." I bought some Danish for us." Danish it is, then," he agreed as he headed for the companionway.A quick look around told him the wind was finally picking up from the northwest as expected,. She tried to be gracious in her rebuffs, but he didn't seem to be getting the message. I tried to hold my peace, knowing she was quite capable of dealing with jerks, but he went one step too far when his hand slipped under the table and started rubbing her leg.I'd been watching him, so I saw it immediately. Before I could even give it any thought, I reached across her lap, grabbed his wrist and squeezed hard. He glared daggers at me and jerked his hand away. I scooted my chair back in case he.