Jeff looked a bit guilty despite himself, "Yeah, we kinda agreed that we could have all the weddings at the same time. You and your women, the General...and his women, Fred and his women, and Art and his women — all at once." And that's all? You didn't do anything else to stir them up?"Both men were shaking their heads. "Still, it must be something else," Wainwright agreed. "Couldn't have been that. That's not a bad idea. We would always remember a big wedding like that." Frank looked back down. “What makes you say that?”“All week, I have not had a person to make a pass at me except you,” said Frankie.“I did not say that much to you.”“Zak, it was not what you said but your body language. I am not blind. I saw the way you were looking at my every move. I enjoyed the attention and even teased you,” said Frankie.“Let me describe you in one word, ravishing. I look into your eyes and I get lost and your red lips I would lick and then kiss them. What caught my attention was your beautiful. “One injection a week for the rest of your life. Problem solved.” I pulled out a twenty dollar bill, and set it on the table. I put a piece of paper over it, with instructions.“This is for a cab and your breakfast tomorrow. Be at this address at 8 am with all your belongings, you’re not coming back to this sty again. Now get up, go to the kitchen, take your first dose of antibiotics, and go to bed.” I told him forcefully.He stood up, pulled his pants up, walked into the kitchen, took his pills,. One sister married a Union officer, the other a Confederate sergeant.“West Virginia, Virginia, North Carolina, Kentucky, Maryland, Missouri, and Tennessee, were classic examples of the old ‘brother vs. brother’ trope, if you will. I wish that I could say that it’s not being repeated, but we all know that it is. In real time. While the majority sentiments were all Unionist, that didn’t prevent a significant minority favoring the Confederacy.“But yeah, the Klan? Fuck those motherfuckers and damn.