Before he could work on that some movement at the cutoff to Ed’s cabin distracted him.He looked closer. It was a small sedan coming out that was unf...miliar to him. It turned and was heading toward him in the direction of town. As it passed he could see that the driver was a young woman. He thought that he should have known her but couldn’t quite put his finger on who it was. Perhaps if the light had been better... Cal parked his car near the tractor that was near the barn entrance and walked. Simone’s shoulders were heaving constantly and incoherent babbling sounds were coming from her throat. Why can’t I faint? Why can’t I die? She asked herself this repeatedly... yet knowing that her strength and reserves were being boosted by stimulants. A cruel action which denied her quicker release into insensibility. Standing on Simone’s left hand side, Melissa lashed down the birch, six times. allowing a five second interval between strokes. Instantly a mass of long red twig-marks sprung up,. ”“No you weren’t! You even said sarcasm was lost on you and I played it sarcastically to get a reaction out of you. I’m sorry.”“How about we rewind and start over?” I asked.“Deal. So, what do you want to do?”“Is there a football game?”“Yes.”“If you want to go, I’ll take you.”“Cool!”September 12, 1981, West Monroe, Ohio“So, how does it feel to be home?” I asked.“Good,” Jocelyn said. “But I’m not allowed to use the stairs for quite some time. I have to sleep on the sleeper sofa.”“What can I do. "Alright," she said reluctantly."Yes!" both her friends said together excitedly.She looked at them over her dark sunglasses and rolled her eyes. Isabella turned to her right and saw a beautiful black man the colour of dark chocolate walk out of the sea the water dripping down his rippling chest. The man turned her way and she quickly turned her head away. "He is pretty fit," commented her other friend Jacqueline Marsh. She had long dark brown hair and big brown eyes.Isabella saw her friends.