"Your mom is goingto kill us." No, it's my fault," said Ronald/Veronica. "I was the one who thoughtshe'd be gone for the day." Oh dear God! Mrs. Cov...ngton-Holt!" yelled Buck in my general direction. "I ain't that kind of guy normally!"Pathetic fool. "Buck" will soon taste the bitterness of my wrath.But first I had to have a talk with my husband. I pulled him by his earinto our bedroom and covered his nudity with one of my gowns, and then hada frank talk about the birds and the bees, if you. A large, knotted tree grown over the edge of the river. Roots exposed, it reminds me of paintings of can-can dancers, legs exposed and ready for people to touch. I creep up next to the roots and finally, my body tells me its time.I remove my dress, slowly and feeling every bit of wind as it hits my freshly exposed skin. My tree is exposed, so naturally I should be as well. I toss my dress into the river. Material is constricting and manmade and I am a thing of nature, ready to be seen with all. For the first time ever my sisters joined my program running in the mornings and they impressed me, because long before they moved to town with Francis and our mother they hated anything to do with exercise. Now they were running with me and they were slower as they were shorter than I was but they did do a good job of staying up with me for the first mile before their lack of aerobic exercise during their vacation had caused them to slow down. Slowing down to match them, as I did not want to. Forni though was wearing his camo outfit and the men were allowed to see its construction. We went a short distance from camp and hid close to one of the pickets. He would get to laugh at his friends we hoped.When the spot was selected I cut branches and put them through the loops to break the image of a boy dressed in coloured rags. We all viewed it from many angles and the picket was asked to make his opinion."I know there is a boy in there but he is hard to see."Forni said, "Hurry up. It is.