As you, the reader, might assume. I was embarrassed. ~~~~~~~ By the end of my 6th grade year, people had begun to speculate and noticemy 'predicament'... Classmates would begin to talk, and thus, I would be evenfurther embarrassed. By the end of my 6th grade year, I had been cussed at,insulted, and become an outcast of the school society. I was falling towardsdepression. ~~~~~~~ Once it had been summer and 7th grade had gotten started well, people beganto remember last year's gossips. Pretty soon. “Not a problem,” she said. “I’m going to take care of the chickens and the cows, and then I’ll be done.” “Not a problem Con, you really are a fast worker! Sometimes I wish that I had you for a husband,” she said playfully with her tongue poking through her teeth and lightly punched me in the bicep. “Wow, you really have gotten strong since you started working for me.” She was right. I had beefed up, lifting at the gym, cycling 75 or more kilometers daily, and the strenuous work at the farm. I. Her parents visit regularly and they told me that Rita sat down with them and went over what she wants for her funeral. She knew that it would be too difficult for me to hear it, so she spared me from having that conversation. Typical Rita again, thinking of me when times were difficult. We tried to have children, but it seemed as if it wouldn't happen. We went to specialists and they broke the news to us that Rita was unable to have children. We cried together that night. My tears weren't. Momma used to show me his picture and told me lots about him; said he was a hero, not like him!” She pointed at Cavanaugh. “Believe me; I know the difference – just like with Mister Sam. And you know what, she was right. First day, Dad even called me out for not wearing a bra. Put me on the phone with some other teens for advice. But he’s not preachy, and I do love him.”After a few more questions, the judge returned, looked at me, and asked, “Captain Virgil Danville Caen, you are named as.