It's because of those days that I can callmy mom, 'My Hero'."I strummed my guitar, falling easily into the nice, peaceful chord thatcontinued througho...t the entire song. Much like the soft, serene way inwhich the band had played 'Dreams' moments before, I did the same withSparkle. Even so, the songs sounded quite different since one had beenwritten by the band, and 'My Hero' was one of the most important songsthat I had ever written in my life.As I sang through the first verse that described. Above my head florescent lights hum and purr, spreading even, unbroken brightness into every corner of the room. Slowly and with undeniable grace she folds the paper and tucks it up into her armpit. She stands and wiggles her finger at me. "Come a little closer," she says lightly. I mutter a series of incoherent sounds and divert my eyes to the floor. "Are you scared of me?" she asks. I grunt. "Well that just doesn't make any sense. After all, you're the one who walked into my house. Over the next few weeks Nancy purchased several outfits for Jane, acouple of long skirts, shorts, and knit tops. She also purchased someflat and low heeled shoes much the same as she wore every day. Infact, all her new purchases were things she would have gotten forherself. The bras and panties she got were put in John's dresser nextto his male underwear. He found them one morning as he got dressed.Nancy had taken his clothes out of the suitcase under the bed and putthem with the other. "She had the decency to flush while Dave gave her a dirty look."You had us worried, man," Dave said. "Why didn't you answer your phone, any of your phones?" I didn't feel like talking to anybody."He rubbed his chin and looked from Diane to me."I guess ... I guess I'll leave you guys to talk then. It's been a long night, a hell of a night. I'm getting too old for this crap. You sure you're okay, Lyle?" I was just being polite, Dave. I'm not alright. I don't know that I ever will be again. But.