She had a very serious, no nonsense expression. "I don't know what is going on between you and Mom. I've been talking with her now for the last two mo...ths. I don't understand why she left. I know that she says that she still loves you but that she can't live with you anymore."Then her voice became stronger as she said, "She won't tell me shit about what the hell happened between you and her. She says that it is none of my business and just to stay out of it. Well I want you to know that is. No birds or other animals to eat the fruit of your labors. My father rented me out to a rich farmer of another tribe. My mother and I lived on the farm full time and I led a rather privileged existence compared to other members of my tribe. I was allowed to learn reading and writing at a school that was maintained on the farm since my mere presence seemed to discourage the pests." So you became a professional scarecrow," said the scholar."Yes, that is exactly what I became. In fact, my tribal. She was no match for you. You could have taught her a lesson without killing her. Why in the name of God did you bring her to my jurisdiction to kill?" I asked. "Sweetie once I know who did it, proving it is easy. A bit of DNA a tire track, someone who saw you leave the club and go after the two of them." They chose the place not me. If she had taken him to the men's room like we usually do it would have never happened. That bitch left with him. I thought they were going to a motel room, but. The last thing that Mom would want is anger, rancor, bitterness, and hate. Dad was the same way. He wanted our family to be a close, loving one. And though you never met them, Grandma, Aunt Jacqueline, Aunt Jeanette, and Aunt Margie, let there be no doubt that Aunts Haley and Michelle wanted ours to be a house full of love and peace. They were all wonderful parents to us. Bridget and Natalie can tell you that as well, as can Jamie and Diane, Trevor’s wife and Bridget’s spouse,” Hector spoke up.