Next to her on the highest step, a small oil lantern provided enough illumination to read by. Celeste lowered the old tome she had been reading in.“...ello Rhys, so nice of you to stop by,” she said, rising. “You look different.”He chuckled weakly. It still hurt, if only a bit. “Well, probably like I’ve rolled around in the mud a few times.” He took a few tentative steps and crumpled on the pew nearest the door.Celeste joined him, brushing the hood of his head. “You’re as pale as a ghost! What. I mean, I asked my parents about it, or tried to. Tried to, you know, work around to it. And ... They just didn't tell me anything useful." She gave a little laugh. "Not that I could really say anything directly, of course. I had to be very ... Vague. They might have thought I was talking about something else entirely. And I'm tired of being confused. I want to understand. My parents say, Don't do it, my friends say, Do it, the church says, Don't do it, the media says, Do it, and I don't even. At the same time the tank was being poured I had a thick reinforced concrete floor laid down with twice the square footage required for my cabin. Essentially I had a foundation that continued on to make a very strong back patio that extended well below the freeze-line. The freeze line in northern Wisconsin can be as deep as sixteen inches during a bad winter but fourteen is considered to be the local standard when building to code.I paid for electricity to be run to the cabin. I paid extra to. He turned off the engine entirely and stepped down. He patted her on the head. “Good girl.” He congratulated her for being able to keep quiet this time.When she relaxed, she fell over. He caught her and dragged her toward the side of the house, staining her clothes in the grass as she had tried to avoid. She felt slightly better when she felt the shade of the overhanging roof but was once again confused when her father lifted up her skirt.With the sun out of her eyes she finally realized that.