"Mr. Burgstone," she demanded. When he either hadn't heard, or chose to ignore her and continued leading the mule away, Mary raised her voice. "Mr. Bu...gstone. I have been traveling for four days. I am tired and sore and hungry. Now you expect me to walk the final leg of my trip without so much as a chance to refresh myself?"Patrick stopped in his tracks and turned to stare at her."I've not eaten since this morning early. Does this... , " Mary looked around at the scant number of buildings,. There was a couple of girls, who looked to be just a couple of years older than us, that were sitting on one of the benches. They kept feeling each other up, when they thought no one was looking. But with four of us there, somebody was always looking. They were also very interested in watching those young ladies and looking for those panty shots, when they weren’t messing with each other, that is. Just a little ways over from them, was another bench. There was an old man sitting there, and he. "Give her time," Katie chastised Tommi. "Your mom has a lot of changeto deal with. Just give her time."Tommi sighed heavily. "I wish I could be a confident as you are." At least you didn't have to deal with Liz tonight," Sara piped in."Be quiet, runt," Tommi chastised Sara."Aren't you going to tell Katie all about Amanda?" Sara asked softly."I'm sure she's still curious." She egged Katie on about the detailsTommi had deferred to later."Yeah," Katie picked up on Sara's question. "Are you. I passed by several women discussing a music festival for women. My friend from back home had been telling me about a Womyn's Music Fest and had suggested I go, so I excused myself for interrupting and asked them about it. It turned out it was the same fest as the one my friend told me about. I started asking them about it as I had already registered to attend. They explained all about it and one said she was going and would be leading a craft class on one of the days.We talked for quite some.