That's WHAT happened. But why?10.22 Sunday 4th July 2004I decided to come clean with Celia. Partly because I think she ought to know, I mean she must ...e wondering about all this weird shit; partly in case it's dangerous, but mostly because I love her. This is too big, and I want us to share everything from now on. Our new life starts here.Of course it did not go as I had planned. When I got back to the bedroom last night she had changed into a simple grey skirt and white top, and was looking. It was loaded but not primed. Useless. Her feet were cold, bare and cold. Moses is shot, probably dead. They want to kill me, I'm sure of it. Who are they? Friends of the man I shot? She shook her head. No, they're younger, that vulgar macaroni's pals, his friends. I'd bet on it. She nodded and fought to control her breathing, setting her gun aside.All they heard was the wind, the rustle of apple tree leaves and a few birds, cardinals mostly and then a mocking bird, showing off as usual. A shot. “I don’t know. I would like to. I don’t even know if the school offers German.”“Perhaps you should find out what you can do,” Mutti Frida smiled. “You seem very good at most things. Do you know what you want to do after you leave school?”“I want to fly,” I said without having to think – and then looked away. My old brain knew that was not going to be possible because of my eyesight, but that was all my young brain wanted. There would be tears before bedtime, in this life as in the last, over. The reverend cut that bit of wishful thinking off before it got him hospitalized or killed outright."I do," Miranda answered. If that runty little preacher gets any slobbers on the front of my dress I'm going to deck him right on the spot. Then she remembered her five foot five cousin Brian and what happened the time they went skinny dipping a couple of years ago. I swear I thought he was going to lick my tonsils when he got his nose in my goodies. Pity the only long thing about him was his.