He'd gone to a small town high school. Football was everything in Texas. If you didn't play, you didn't exist. If you did, you were popular. If you we...e good, you became a God among the locals. His sisters were stunned when he'd declined playing college football, though he'd been offered a few scholarships. He'd grown tired of it. He'd decided to put it behind him and focus on getting a degree, finding a good job and his place in the world. He hadn't realized how much of his horny, crazy psyche. We buried Sheldon beside his dear Aunt in the little graveyard at Castle Wellington. I had Baby Girl’s likeness carved on his headstone. The two headstones were then joined by a marble bridge that gave their graves a companionship that they sought in life and needed in death.After Sheldon’s burial, I paid off the doctors and nurses. It was then that I realized that my life had been so wrapped around Cathay, and then Sheldon, that I had no friends, no close acquaintances, and no expectations of. “Onto the River Gazette it is, then!” I alluded to the community’s weekly rag, rather small time as it was.The sooner we could get everyone into one spot, the sooner we’d have the town entirely in thrall as it should be. As Millicent made our desired announcement, Gavin having returned to her body, I chuckled at the way that the intern Anna Ross rushed to take Erin in her arms and plant a kiss on her lips. That was when I knew who was to lead the next sixty-nine. Anna Bernadette Ross was. "It's too bad I've got a husband now, or I'd invite you to stay the night again," she said with a small giggle. Emma's eyes widened a bit, and she inhaled sharply. "Actually, I have to go home pretty soon and say goodnight to him. Would you walk me to my car?" Her friend nodded, a bit too enthusiastically. She was becoming visibly excited, and so Christine made the necessary excuses and proceeded out into the hall of the school, Emma trailing behind. "Emma..." Christine began, reaching out a.