Right when I did she twitched. Her twitching scared me, and I hurried quietly out of her room, and back to mine. A combination of my fear, and those...covers were preventing something I desperately needed to see. So I improvised. I went downstairs, and got on the computer. My mom’s lack of trust in me prevented me from having my own computer in my room. She said a 13 year old boy should not have his own computer because he will just end up using it to watch porn. She was wrong, since the first. "Quite humorous but continue." I see one of your neighbors had a few words with you about yourinappropriate dress," Debra laughed finally closing the door. "Now let'ssee where we are this morning. Stand up on the coffee table."Tuck looked over at the coffee table sitting in front of his couch. Builtfrom sturdy pine and strong enough to support his weight, it been used asan option for changing a light bulb in the ceiling more than once. Hetook a few steps over to the table, looked back at Debra. She held me close and said, "I'm going to miss her. We have become very close. I feel like a part of me is being taken away."By then, her tears were flowing. I hugged and patted, and whispered, "I know you love her and will miss her. So will I. I have never gone a month without her. She will miss us, too."We stretched out on the bed and I held her for a while. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "OK, I have to get myself together. Don't want to make it harder on her by having a crying. "Yep. We have money now, and baseball. Moving to Phoenix (somebody decided to rename it that three days after we reached Springville, and no one objected) has forced a number of changes on us, some of which I had not expected to see for decades.The Little League ball field at the western end of town got groomed, repaired and put into service almost as soon as the sun and rain of our first winter decided that it was going to be spring. In anticipation, our foraging parties, over the winter.