" The lean soldier sucked on his corncob pipe and then knocked the dottle out against his boot heel. "We saw him twict yesterday, yessir. When we got ...ff that miserable steamer down on the river wharf, there he was, bigger'n life and ugly as sin, sitting in his shiny black carriage, wavin' and smilin', pleased as punch. Makin' jokes about Early. He was right glad to see us, an' that's no fooling." He paused to gnaw a corner from his plug of dark tobacco.When he could talk again, the bewhiskered. Linda was peeking around the corner and I told her to come on out. She came out with her head down and then sort of hid behind me as I walked back to the office. I stopped just before we got there and asked her if she wanted to meet our company. She clung to me like she was going to have to face a monster. I walked towards the office and told her to say hello to our company.She peeked around me and saw who it was and made a dash to Megan and hugged her. Megan hugged her and they gave each other. Then they'd transport Bobby's father to the funeral home for burial.When the airline representative left, Bobby and his mother hugged and cried. Then they went to bed.Bobby lay on his back staring at the ceiling, his hands cupped behind his head and his elbows out. He had the end table lamp on not wanting to be in the dark. His eyes moved slowly to the door when it opened and his mother's head appeared around the edge."Bobby?" she said very softly."I'm up." Why aren't you sleeping?" I can't. “Yeah….” Mandy laughed. “I think you like to be dominated…. you just don’t know it” She walked over and locked the dressing room door….“What…. what are you going to do?” Sandra asked in a frightened voice. That was unusual…. hardy anybody ever locked a door around the club. Sandra could feel her heart pounding a little faster. She wasn’t sure what Mandy wanted, but her actions scared her. The pretty redhead had suddenly started to look mean and crazy.“You’re a Stupid Little Bitch,” Mandy said,.