Had he only known enough to turn back then, he could haveonce again become who he'd always been. But he hadn't known to dothat. How could he have know...? Who could have possibly told himsomething like that? His restoration simply wasn't a part of my plan.As a result, his next small step towards the group simply initiatedhis irrevocable journey down the path of becoming who he'd be for theremainder of his life.His physical changes rapidly accelerated as he neared the chosengroup. Even the fear. That was the reason he had been hit and bound, he explained. Not daring to rile the men more, I held my own counsel.I knew not what to do and Mataoka just shook her head every time I tried to plot with her in our secret Indian language. I was worried and I wanted my family away from them, safe, afar, but although Mataoka sent Eliza away with the kids, she herself stayed by my side, adding to my fears by her vulnerability.“We lynch him in the morning?” one of the men, pointing towards the bound. That’s kind of a ball park gauge on what I’m like physically? I like to have fun to the point where it sometimes affects my better judgment. I like to relive my fraternity days and binge drink when I’m at the club. But I’m old enough to know to stop before I’m at the curb getting sick. I like to dance and have a good time, I don’t go out to impress folks. Just to act the fool and have fun. Personality wise I’m kind of a clown and I don’t take anything very seriously. I like to joke around and. That part was easy to deal with. I’d just let her suffer in her own stupidity. But, with my sisters, I wanted to make sure they saw her for the monster she was. Problem was, she didn’t treat them as bad as she treated me. I’d have to gather evidence to prove otherwise. A recording device could help, but something that was small, portable, and usable wasn’t common place in the 1990s. I’d have to get crafty with audio tapes and recording devices. Easy to do, but I would have to plan things out.