If I could stop crying. All I had to do was pick up the phone.So I did."Where you going?" Dana was sitting in the kitchen the next morning, nursing St...ven at her breast."Oh." I blinked at her and it was very early, the sky still dark but turning grey. I'd wanted to slip out, like a ghost."Utah," I nodded. "I'm gonna go see Josh. Surprise him." That'll be good," she smiled and Dana looked tired, but so happy with her baby."I have something ... Hold on," I put my suitcase down on the kitchen. Peg was busy smoking her cigarette (in the early days she smoked) while she attempted to make the k**s their Wheat Chex. Bud, all f******n years of him, came bounding down stairs, looked and around and then, with a smugish grin, asked, ‘Ah, per chance, the yellow haired bimbo still asl**p with her sailor friend?’ ‘Stop calling your s****r a Bimbo, she’s just sixteen and is going through growing pains, just like you are.’ said Peg as she lost her ash into the bowl of cereal, ‘…Oh, your breakfast. “Mom is it okay if I don’t go to school today?” she asked looking somewhat distressed.“I don’t think so honey, why is it that you don’t want to go to school?” Her mother returned. “Is anyone bothering you?” She asked gently, and then looked at Brandon with admonition. “Brandon, didn’t I tell you look after your little sister?”“Mom, no one is bothering me, I just don’t feel like going to school.” She replied speedily to avoid any further scolding.“I don’t think that is a reason enough. ”She got out of the lake and began walking toward her hut as water droplets glistened on her naked body.Filing the pitcher with water, I enquired about my one-year-old nephew. “How’s Erasmus?”“He’s fine. Mom’s making you work even today,” my sister said. “I’ll see you soon.”She came out of the water and joined Aunt. I could see her pink nipples were erect, probably because the water was a bit chilly, and her blonde pubic hair was coiled together like sticky Chinese rice.I was born in a tribe.