Paul mumbled something then hung up the phone.The tall thin teenager that shook his hand could only be the boy that helped Paul carry the bound woman....Paul stood to the side looking nervous but staying mute."Hi, I'm Greg." He did his own introduction - as Paul seemed frozen with inaction. More certain than ever, his imagination had built up the events he had witnessed."Call me Cray." He was older than Greg or Paul, nineteen the young man guessed.Cray looked calm and relaxed as he ignored Paul. The thought enters your mind that being a woman is one strike against you and being an Indian woman is like having the world against you. Even if they let you in it would be to clean the toilets instead of writing briefs and studying for the bar. One way or another you got to get this wreck of a truck back on the road and decide which direction you want to go in no matter what the rest of the day brings. Somehow preserving the slight chance that you might get to the law firm and produce. I went to my phone, and saw Heather wanted me to pick her up from school. I headed back, blasted some music, and pulled up in the circle after flicking the cig out five minutes before. I waited for like twenty minutes before Heather came out, jogging with her backpack and team bag. I hopped out quick and grabbed one of her bags from her, and opened the doors for her. I threw both bags into the back, shut the door to the back, let her in the front, and closed her door. When I did, she smiled. He knew how to swim, but it was an awkward form of swimming at best. Janet had described it as a cross between dog paddling, and the breaststroke. He wasn’t fast, but he didn’t drown. He had always figured that not drowning was the important thing, when it came to being in water over his head.“I’d feel foolish,” Dexter said.“Why?”“I’m not a very good swimmer,” Dexter answered. He looked at the rowing machine and said, “I’ll stick with that one for a while.”“Think about trying a few laps in the.