..............It had been a few days since the showdown over that took place Sunday morning and I was back to my everyday grind. Cheyene was all I cou...d think about, well I lied. Hell I had all three women on the brain to tell the truth. Work had been completely uneventful so far this week in comparison to last week.Here it was hump day again and I was still kicking myself for having left that house on Sunday. I wanted to call Chey so bad, but wouldn't allow myself to do so. I knew I had caused. You couldn't forget that every mile crossed and every landmark noticed would also be the same sights bringing you away from him on visit's end. Yet even through the sadness and future longing you held joy, giddiness even, at the prospect of him holding you in his arms, your head rested firmly into his chest as you squeezed him with a bear hug standing there in the bus terminal. But you waited, unable to sleep, your head pressed to the cold glass; the humming of the bus' engine as a soft. What did Bertrand call him? Father Thomas. Odd name. Not a name usually taken by Italian, or even French or Spanish priests, as far as Isabella knew. English? Perhaps German? Surely Mama would have mentioned…. Isabella quickly and instinctively reached under the cot. Thankfully a chamber pot was within easy reach. She rolled to one side, simultaneously raising the pot to her mouth that opened wide to expel the remainder of her breakfast. She wiped her mouth with a kerchief from her jacket. I stopped him and asked who Babs and Shy-Shy were but I had an idea.“I am Babs Jansen, Street Walker,” Barbara Jean proudly addressed herself by her weather girl name. Cheyenne was obviously “Shy-Shy”.“Okay, and now everything else after what you just said, what does that mean?” I asked him seriously.“What it means is that you aint like they are,” Duray said something I could agree with.“I need a house mouse, to fill in the cracks and be the glue that keeps everything running, you know what I.