When we finally came up for air, I sat her gently back on her feet. She leaned back and looked at me. Her big green eyes, smoky with passion, erased a...y doubts about where this was going to end. I picked her up and carried her to the bed, her arms still locked around my neck.You don’t have to be Einstein to figure out the first thing I did was unpin her hair and spread it out in a reddish copper halo on the white silk damask pillow slip. Her tresses, besides being that incredible color, were. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was.The girl replied, “I’m drawing God.”The teacher paused and said, “But no one knows what God looks like.”Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, “They will in a minute.”FamilyA Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds. After explaining the commandment to ‘honour’ thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, “Is there a commandment. "Easy. She helps set up the food and drinks for every school function." His tone suggested it was obvious.Sure enough, Aunt Claire told me she'd be there all day to help the moms. I told her I wasn't going when she asked if I had a dress or date yet."Why not?" Claire seemed surprised."Dances aren't my thing and I don't dance anyway." That wasn't true; I just didn't want to go. "Besides, I'm going into the city. There are a few things I wanted to get, some places I wanted to visit." She let it. Mini bar. Trashy movie.”She smiled wanly; she’d be with me in spirit.Human beings, by orders of magnitude, are the most vicious animals on Mother Earth.I was so touched.FBI Special Agent in Charge, Hank Morristown, had brought an FBI windbreaker for me. Dark blue with those distinctive yellow letters. Nylon-lined sleeves, slash pockets, elastic cuffs.I know you can buy replicas anywhere, but this was the real deal.Daddy was riding shotgun in Hank’s plain-wrap borrowed from the Oakland office..