I spent one night with Booker Forest, got to my favorite tavern near the docks and was back at Missy's plantation by midnight on the last day of June,...a Saturday. Missy would not let me in her bed, claiming that I smelled like a swamp, and Charlotte was evidently entertaining, judging from the candlelight and the grunting and groaning coming from her cottage by the river. I was tempted to look in the window, but did not. I walked carefully back toward the stable where I put my tired horse,. ‘That’s us,’ Bess said. ‘Yes indeed,’ Lorna said, flicking a glance at Lydia that was too quick for her daughters to spot. ‘Good gracious, what university did he attend,’ Lydia laughed and Bess said a med school for deprived children. But there was something about that letter and all three voted for it and when it was decided to select the best three of the eleven letters with three votes and invite the men to visit them, that most favored writer, who’d signed himself as Dr Conrad Fitzgerald,. "Oh, hey Rick," she said."You look like you've been crying," he said concerned."Boy troubles," she said, "You know how it is." You want to come over and talk about it?" He asked.'What the hell, ' Sarah thought, 'I've got no one else to talk to.'She told Rick she would be over in a few minutes. She went to her vanity and tried to make her face presentable. She gave up. No amount of makeup was going to disguise her puffy eyes.Rick opened the front door for Sarah and she noticed that all he was. "Mother, I think you and Mary should take Ginger to my house and remove all her things. She may take anything she wants. I will not be taking much with me. When I leave, I'll send you papers deeding the house to you. You can keep it or sell it to help fund your work here. Your choice. If there's nothing else, I'll leave now."Mother rushed over to help Mary hold Ginger, who was struggling desperately to get free and run to me, as she screamed with tears running down her face. "NO! NOT AGAIN! YOU.