How are you doing? The unpleasantness from last week hasn't upset you or knocked you off track, has it?" No, Mister Peoples, I'm okay. I spoke with Ry...n and Linc while we were on the bus trip and the three of us are okay with each other. They were pretty darn supportive. I appreciate it and I told them so. Also, Guy spoke with us at lunch on Monday. He explained some things that were upsetting with what Wayne said and what happened before we left Monday. Truthfully, that was upsetting to all. “She seems nice,” said Phoebe. “Why haven’t you ever introduced us before this?”“I don’t know,” I said. Actually I did know. The first time Phoebe mentioned Hannah, it was as “that blond girl I was obviously in love with.” That got changed to “love so much” when she found out about our familial relationship, but I had always remembered that. Phoebe liked studying people and she had great intuitions, honed after having had such bad ones with Chris’ father. I was pretty sure if Hannah and I were. As I was saying, we were sitting on the beach at high tide, a beach a little crowded until the water ebbed, and a pretty, much younger girl, kept making eye contact with me. She didn’t seem to be alone, maybe with family, it looked like a younger brother, a Mom and most likely, her Moms 2nd husband. From chatter you overhear, she was occupying her brother while Mom and Step Dad were getting busy. The brother, maybe 11 or 12, asked why he couldn’t stay in her room and she tactfully tried to. Out of this wax, he fashioned wings and after he could improve them no more, he sat in brooding silence, awaiting your return.At the first sign of light, the man rushed out of the darkness, disregarding the spectacle that had once awed him, rooted him to the spot, touched his soul. The man had grown cold and calloused in your abscence and perhaps it was the desire to inflame his soul once more that drove him to the peak of the highest mountain or perhaps it was the greedy desire to touch you,.