Except for Julie and Megan, all of them had suffered some type of trauma in recent months; I was sorry they had to go through it again. Especially Amy...and Cindi; they'd lost their Mom, and now their Dad was missing and possibly dead also. I swore I'd do everything I could to get back to them. I decided thinking about them was probably not productive right now and moved on to other things.About that time, the infrared proximity alert went off, scaring the hell out of me. I looked out carefully.. Um, tell me about the neighbors." Oh, you want the dirt on everyone," I said."Well, um yes," she replied.Well for hot cookies or a hot meal there wasn't anything I wouldn't do. I told her about everybody on the block. But the only thing she seemed to be interested in was who was doing what to whom.Well this went on for the next two years. She fed me and I would give her the juicy gossip. That is until the day Marcy woke up and Mr. Rhoades was gone.Of course I had no idea of what had happen. I. Guess who saved my life? The one person in my platoon whom I treated like shit. Antoine Hussein, a Lebanese-American Christian guy whom I didn’t trust because of his Arab origins. I’m ashamed to say that back in those days, I distrusted anything Arab, and anything Muslim. It wouldn’t matter to me if the Arab person standing before me was Christian, Muslim or even atheist, I didn’t trust simply because they were Arab. Yeah, I was a racist in those days. Well, what Hussein had done changed how I. ”“No problem. Listen,” she said quickly, “it’s late so I guess I should spend the night. Is that okay with you?”“Yup, it sure is,” I answered, “We’ll flip a coin for the couch.”“Yeah, okay. So, I’ll be there in an hour or so.”“I’ll be here Pam. I love you, Sis.”“I love you too Markie.” She hung up and I held the receiver to my chest for a second before setting it back in the cradle. I managed a weak smile at the thought of the imminent visit from my youngest sister. We had grown closer over the.