Keith could see the girl’s breasts swinging about freely under that t-shirt as she positioned herself more fully just next to him.Remembering the la...t thing he had said to his sister just yesterday morning he said it again now but with little or no affection in his voice at all, “Nice tits, sis!” he said then added, “And what do you want? Have you come to laugh at me for losing my canoe or to give me another stiffy like this morning with Geena?”“Awwww, don’t be such a sour puss. We didn’t mean. This injury would take many years to heal.Fr. Ambrose was 37 years old when he went off to war, strong of body and absolutely convinced of the correctness of his faith. He was 40 when he returned, sick in body and soul, weakened, his faith shredded. His spirit was wounded. So many men had fallen. Some died in his arms. He tended their souls but dared not be their friends. He ran empty of tears weeping for the agony of his friends; too many friends were maimed, killed, lost.It seemed that the. A bad mistake. Later that night I felt a tremendous pain in the back of my head... and woke up in the hospital.There was no sign of trauma. There was nothing physically wrong with me at all, outside of some nasty scratches. But there was something very much out of kilter inside me, though I didn't know it at the time.A week later I got a letter from Ysané. In her semi-legible scrawl she had written:Dearest, accursed Mel!Hotly did I love you, but you dragged my heart into the mud. You. I went to a club in midtown Manhattan, and as usual, it was packed. People were dancing and having a great time. Some of the women that recognized me freaked out and took pictures. I kept it cool with my gold Gucci shades on, and enjoyed my free Jack & Coke. I saw some of my friends that I went to college with and decided to chill with them in the VIP section. I looked down to the dance floor and saw an old friend of mine named Marissa. She was petite, about five foot six inches tall, pale.