They are making an example of you. I wanted you to be transferred to work in the clinic but that was refused and you will have to go back to the sawmi...l but I will ask they give you a more suitable job. I will tell the foreman that you are not to lift logs or your wounds will open again but after he was reprimanded for the way he caned you, I doubt if he will be lenient. Now rest.”Two days later, I was back at the sawmill. I’d spent the night in my cell with the gentle Hulk. He couldn’t resist. In the swale beside the train track flowed a creek. The creek spilled out of ‘The Cascades,’ a deep artesian spring that cripples and distraught mothers drowned themselves in during bouts of spiritual crisis. The cuts were excavated from low ridges the road passed through. Depending on the season, the cuts were draped with purple, orange, and white lantana, or a profusion of fragrant, white honeysuckle, brilliant Mexican poppies, and yellow oxalis. Beds of black-berry vines also grew along the. I was strengthening the wards around and between the pens when Sunshine arrived."How are the wounded?" I asked."The men are all right. There was a child, a girl, who was in very bad shape. I wasn't sure that I could help her, but when I looked at her injuries, the solution became immediately apparent, and I was able to heal her. I never knew how to do that before," she told me, but seemed disturbed."What's wrong?" I asked."There were two of the old people brought in. They were terribly mauled. After a series of these normal questions he started asking embarrassing questions to mum like have you reached menopause? How often do you have sex? Have you had any STD’s in the past? Which position do you normally have sex? Is there any position in which you feel pain? Do you have rough sex? While he was asking these questions he showed us that it was very important for him to knew, as the pain could be life threatening disease. After asking these questions he told my mum to lie down on his.