Her head hung back, her full lips parted, her lids closed and her mass of dark spiraled curls with their auburn highlights flowed toward the floor. Bu..., she was not sleep. She thought of the shame she should feel, of her past relationships, of her parents, her friends. She thought of a scene a couple of weeks ago. “Yeah he is fine as hell,” her roommate and best friend exclaimed, “but too fucking intense.” “He’s the kind of guy you want to grab and slap,” she then added as an afterthought,. This bugle player was good. I had waved at him when I ran by on my way back to the barracks.“You’re awake,” Cooper chuckled when he saw me.“Are you kidding? You were still sawing logs while I ran ten klicks already,” I teased back.I don’t think he believed me until he saw my sweaty T-shirt. “Why would you run ten klicks?” he asked.“It gives my mind time to digest everything and the quiet lets me think about problems,” I replied. “It’s amazing how much wildlife is out there just before sunrise,”. " Ido suggested as he motioned her to sit."No." she protested."A man's character is important here in Africa, did you know that?" Ido continued."So charge, me." she barked."I hoped to keep this informal," Ido sighed, "but as you insist." He took the handcuffs from his back pocket and clipped the shiny clamp round her left wrist then pulling her to her feet he pulled both arms behind her and secured the right wrist as well.I showed her the document."It's a death certificate?" she seemed bemused.. A sigh invisibly scented the air before me. It seemed like the day was going to be as humdrum as usual. Another batch of notes, another hour of listening to adults speaking, the same splayed out folder. I was set and ready to snooze. I was set.Set.Dead set....or so I thought.It was while the teacher was discussing climate patterns that the first of the odd things happened, and the dominoes began their wave. Rachel had been looking to the front of the classroom for the majority of the hour when.