"I came to the Valez house on Thursday morning to interview Curt about his leaving his school and giving up his quarterback position to avoid the Prog...am. He, uh, slammed the door in my face." Is that right, Curt," the moderator asked, following Porter's lead and using his first name."Well, I very, uh, firmly told her that there would be no interview. Her previous coverage of my transfer had been very, um, critical. She used the usual criticism of anyone who opposed the Program." Oh, and what. " Part of you does mind, and I understand that. You don't have to be open and accommodating all the time, you know," Sophia pointed out. "Look, I know part of it was that it was Alexa. What if we're on the tour and I get propositioned by... oh, Stephie Eberhardt?"Warren blushed. "Damn. You've got a point. I'd be insanely jealous. Of both of you." Right. Unless, of course, you got invited in again," she giggled. "So, anything I do will be done with your approval, and I don't mind if you say no,. "I'll fax over a list of things tonight that I think you can manage and that will be a huge help in cutting down on the running around. Thanks for volunteering," he said."Happy to do it, especially if it gets us on the water sooner. I can't wait for my next lesson, Captain." She was noticeably brighter again, the disappointment of his Thursday absence now passing."Just one other thing, Ingrid. I'll call you at eight o'clock tomorrow, just as we have all this week. I'm sure my Japanese friends. I took pills to sleep, each night the dreams were the same, dreams of death. I couldn’t escape the reality of it, not even in my dreams. The stench of death, the black silence of the grave, the deafening roar of the death rattle, the sobs of the family, and the flood of tears. I had prayed for the Lord to take her fast, to end her misery. She had been good and kind to me, and I loved her. The moment came and it was over, her worn out body lay lifeless in the bed, the starched white sheet that.