Or so I thought. It was while I was eating my lunch a couple of days later, that the phone rang and a bawling Bambi Lynn said, ‘Can you come and hel... me?’ I left immediately and met Bambi on the front porch of the house. She was alone. . . .she and all her possessions. ‘I’ve gotta leave, they’re throwing me out,’ she cried. ‘I don’t know, I don’t have enough money for a motel.’ she said. We talked. . .really talked as one person to another without prejudice or animosity. I missed my first. No need to get touchy. Or maybe you’re sad? I can’t quite tell sometimes. Whatever the case, something’s going on.’ I sighed and fell back in my chair. Cindy and Sarah didn’t know anything about my life this semester. Taking my frustrations out on them was just wrong. They were just trying to be my friends. I needed to get past this river of crap, I had to stop worrying. This level of stress was no good. Maybe I just needed to talk it out. ‘My apologies Sarah, I didn’t mean to bite your head. "Things got away from me for awhile. Then when you and Suzette broke up, I assumed it was your fault. In my defense, no one stepped forward to tell me the truth until a couple of months ago."I've wanted to talk to you since then, but, well, I'm not very good at admitting I'm wrong. I was so worried when you two got so serious that Suzette would get hurt. I didn't stop to realize she was just as capable of hurting you. Then she did. In the worst way possible, too. I know you won't come to me if. All the training had certainly paid off, something I knew I would tell old Rommer when I eventually returned to the palace, and I wondered what he would have had to say about my technique. "Forget technique," Morad had said after the melee. "When it comes to a real fight, your technique has to be second nature, and what you have to concentrate on is whatever will win. And whatever will keep you alive." His words certainly made sense and I was finally glad for the hours of repetition Rommer had.