“Gone out to a disco…Love U, xxx.”After that I settled down to wait for her next message. I surfed restlessly through several channels, but coul...n't really watch anything. It was over half an hour before my phone beeped again.“Danced with Tom. Trying to touch me up… Love U, xxx.”That did make my heart beat faster. I knew Tom was one of the bosses in the company and he had always wanted to fuck my wife.I replied quickly: “Fine. Enjoy yourself. Text updates…”This time Anita did not reply.I sat. It didn't bother me to walk and it was only fair to Zeke, no matter how big and hard working he was.It took me four days at that pace to reach Atlanta, the first big city I'd ever seen. I was the typical bumpkin, gawking at the sights. Atlanta was like a kicked over anthill because of the war. Soldiers were everywhere, bustling about as the Georgia Capital converted to a war footing. I politely turned down an invitation to join the 3rd Georgia Volunteer Regiment while I was passing through the. Bus, it was really a large flatbed 2 and half ton truck with seats in the bed and a canvas top. It would take us up and over the mountain and down to the north side of the island where the clam was.This wasn’t the first giant clam we’d dug out of a coral head, but it would be the largest and the most dangerous yet. It was 16 feet deep in an area that was notorious for strong ocean tides and sharks. We had a system whereby one of us would dive down and relieve the guy working on the clam. The. God, she had spent hours there on that horrible bed... and, she vowed... "I'll never do it again!"Occasionally a streetlight would reflect against the streaked tears on her face and the softness of her crying would hover in the night darkness.She wondered if Johnny would be waiting up for her, and if he was, what she would be able to tell him. The whole thing seemed like a terrible, unreal nightmare that had been dreamed up by a mad man.She stumbled along, her eyes half closed--the dark sides.