By 1 PM, Lola was getting restless, wondering if her father led so boring an existence that he just lazed about all day and watched the Yankee game on...TV.Actually, had Lola not been there, that's exactly what Farmer would have done; but he asked his daughter: "All these years in New York City, have you ever seen the Museum of Natural History ... or the Hayden Planetarium?"Lola hadn't - and didn't want to see them; but to please her father, she pretended to be enthusiastic about the idea, and. Suddenly the room was warm for me."How long have you felt this way Liz" I asked her gently."It has been years" she whispered, "you might not remember it. We were playing Indians and Settlers and you captured me. You tied my hands behind my back and walked me to your camp. Then you kissed me lightly on the cheek; telling me that I am your squaw" and she fell silent.I remembered playing Indians many times, just not that incident and I nodded to her.Not sure why, but I tried out this new authority. I wanted my Lindie on me. In my lap. I wanted my arms around her. I wanted to kiss her.I gave her hand a gentle tug. As I slid my chair back a little, immediately understanding my request, she settled into me.Her arms came around my neck and our faces touched. Our lips engaged and her sweetness surged through me.Any remnants of the peace that eluded me for eons washed away as we sat there next to the other hugging pair, my mother and my little Lindie. My daughter ... Michelle.Lindie reached up. The family walked to the lake. ‘What are they?’ Arlene asked. ‘Those are wild turkeys,’ William said. ‘Aren’t they gorgeous!’ ‘They don’t look like domestic turkeys at all, do they?’ Arlene asked. ‘They’re pretty. And the little ones are so cute.’ ‘They’re beautiful,’ William said. ‘I’ve never seen one with babies before.’ While William and Arlene watched, the turkey wandered around for a while, pecking at the ground, after a little while they disappeared back into the woods. ‘You know,’.