Obviously, there had only been boys attending, so conversation with girls wasn't an option.I couldn't help laughing as I asked David if he had ever sp...ken to his wife while they'd been married. I found it hard to believe Susan had never told David about our caning. I told him corporal punishment was now prohibited but wasn't uncommon during my school days at Westlands in the Sixties. I added that most teachers used corporal punishment to punish errant pupils.He looked shocked at the question I. I can call you right back, ok?”“Sure, look, just don’t force him. I can always move in with mom. Speaking of mom, I am going to call her right now and see why she has been so tight lipped about things lately. How about I call you back in five?”“Ok, talk to you in a few. Oh, and dev?”“Yeah Em?”“Love you”“Love you too, Em.”I hung up the phone and began immediately going through my contacts to find my mother’s number. This isn’t something small that she forgot to tell me. This is a big deal. She’s. " What in the world are you talking about?"That's when the scene went from troubled dream to absolute nightmare. If it had been a movie, the light would have changed to something garish and eerie, and there would be strange, discordant music. Instead, it was just the two of us in our regular bed. Freddie Krueger didn't step into the scene. Everything was as ordinary as it could be except that Judith sat up and turned toward me, and her voice grew tight and thin and almost teary with anger. "I. The two young men had made many meals of jerky and leftover biscuits and Jackrabbits since they became friends. Food like this was a rare treat to them and they made the most of it. Hilda, and her son and daughter were proud to see them eat like this too.As they ate, the family of German immigrants told of the land they left to come to America. They told of the hardships and oppression they and their families had endured until they and others came here to make a new life in a new land.They had.