“Hey, Jerry. My friend here knocked her head. You got the Advil and icepack in the back?”“Sure thing, Tye.” The middle-aged black security gua...d pulled himself out of his wheely chair and lumbered to the backroom.“Tye, huh?”“Yeah. And now you know what my friends call me.” Tye grinned mischievously as Sia blushed. After a few moments, Sia was back on her feet, with an ice pack in one hand and a jar of Advil in the other.“How are you feeling?”“A lot better. Thank you.” Sia popped a couple of. "I looked up, but Amanda had gone about her business. I closed my eyes and saw the luscious woman with the long hair and flawless skin. The last line gave an address and said I should come to the back and ask for Rosa.The address was a most stately home on the fringe of the bustling town, and Rosa proved to be a diminutive slave woman of some years. I told her my name, which brought a small smile, and said I wished to see Madam Smollett."Perhaps," she said, "follow me," and she led me into the. Eventually we came out near a tunnel that led under the freeway.Now the tunnel was just wide enough for our sleds. There was no steering required. The tunnel took control of the skis and guided the machine through. The road above was the width of four lanes plus a wide median. It was a very long passage and there was barely enough clearance for my head.Stand me on a four hundred foot cliff, and I will just look around and enjoy the scenery. Put me in a tight enclosure and the anxiety starts to. "This last one is something that Stoney..." Stoney?" he asked."My husband is Randall Jackson. In the Army they named him 'Stonewall' after the famous Confederate general. He's always been 'Stoney' to me." Ah," Georg said. "That, I know about." He wanted me to play Mozart's flute and harp concerto, but we couldn't find a harpist, so he plays the part on his banjo. I hope you like it."They liked it. Mizz Betta is a retired nurse. Checks in on Stoney now."I didn't know their story," Stoney said..