I could hear him crying at night. What did I do? Go comfort him? Reassure him that things would be ok? NO. I complained to dad that he was keeping me ...wake. Dad threatened to have him locked up if he didn't cut his weepy bullshit." Don Reed is Wendy's uncle. He and his wife Pam pretty much held Stevie together and I am grateful to them for that. But I failed him I can't fail him again."An hour later it dawned on me that I had never seen anyone get out of the car I had seen park earlier. But it. The one big ‘unhappy’ note for that third night was, again, the unfortunate necessity of the selection process. It was wonderful to cheer on those making it through to next week’s final round but just that little bit heartbreaking to see the disappointment on the faces of those not so fortunate. Jessie’s best friend Kate Terrence was one of those unfortunate ones with Jessie feeling just ever so sorry for the poor girl and trying hard to think of ways to somehow make it up to her when all this. ..and anxious," I whimpered. "I know you are baby. I know you are," he responded. I realized that I had a couple of hints about who my anonymous assailant was. One, he was married. That eliminated a number of potential suspects. And the fact that both the husband and his wife were so careful not to utter even the slightest sound in front of me let me know that Jim was concerned that I would recognize their voices. That meant that I undoubtedly knew both of them quite well. This was both good. After the long drive it was wonderful to relax and float in the soothing lake water. Soon we were splashing each other and our laughter filled the silence until we kissed. When we finally climbed out of the lake, the sun had long since dropped below the horizon and the bright summer moon was high in the sky. We walked hand in hand back to the cabin, not saying a word for fear of spoiling the moment with useless banter. After lighting a fire in the large fireplace toward the back of the living.