“I’m going to send the chapters on the history of photography and on landscapes in tomorrow,” said Rachel. “I’m sure Garshin’ll have chang...s and comments and I want to start on the meat – either Dupain or Williams.”“Which will you do first?”“Dupain. He was 16 years older, born in 1911.”“Makes sense.” A cry interrupted. “Ah! Someone feels left out of the conversation.”“I’ll change and feed him. Then you can tell him a tale of Valhalla.”Patrick did.“It was early in the gods’ living here, after. When he reached the sittingroom he felt so good, very excited and still shaking with fear andelation. He thought he would go to the kitchen and make a sandwich forhis lunch. He enjoyed performing difficult tasks with his lovely longnails as it made him feel helpless and feminine.Teetering out to the kitchen he crossed to the refrigerator with hisstiletto heels loudly clicking on the hard ceramic floor tiles, adding tohis already extreme feeling of feminism. He prepared a ham salad sandwichwith. He saddled Martha and headed back to the school.On his way there, he saw the Warren carriage coming towards him and moved Martha off the road to make plenty of room for the white folks. The general greeted him politely, and Teacher Warren nodded to his greeting.When he got to the school, Teacher Nelson told him to go into his usual schoolroom. Teacher came in soon with two books. She asked him to turn to one page. The pages were numbered, though sometimes they skipped a page or a number. The. "But I am your father for God's sake," he argued, "and I should have stopped you. I should have controlled myself." "What just happened," I told him firmly, "is exactly what I wanted to happen. At least so far. I hope a lot more happens." I leaned into my father, planting several soft kisses on his lips. He was still a bit stiff, but eventually returned my embrace. Emboldened, I kissed more forcefully, more like a lover would. Gradually his lips softened and opened, and our tongues met. I.