When you broke up with me, it literally destroyed my heart but I was not going to beg you. I would have been a bigger fool if I had." I explained feel...ng some anger."When you went into the army I thought you were trying to get away from me because I wanted us to get married. When you left, I felt empty and alone. I have no real reason for what I did. It just happened. I am sorry for what I did and I am paying for it now. Time has made me realized the mistakes I had made and that I still love. !” stammering and stumbling over the words, looking first at Reverend Wallace then at me, her eyes pleading as if fearful of the consequences. She stood as though rooted whilst Marjory dabbed at her blouse and skirt with the napkin from in front of her. Another maid took the gravy from her whilst a third help repair the damage with a damp cloth. “Bethany!” Aunt Helen spoke at last and with some severity. “Go to the kitchen! I will deal with you later!” Bethany looked at me, almost begging my. It was colder there than near the fire. Then she washed the bowls, horn spoons and wooden spoon in some water from the crock. She also washed the tin pot and cup. They would need more water soon, she noted.Then she returned to the mattress where Gabe was sitting, watching her. He had placed the jar of salve near the fire to warm it some so it could be applied on her back easily. Celia sat on the mattress and removed the outer shirt and then the inner shirt. The shack was cold and her small. Both of us had nightmares about the storm and I dreamed that we had to eat Lightning to survive. The next morning we got up and started looking for edible plants to eat. Luckily I took a survival course run by a local conspiracy nut so I thought we would have no problems. The problem we had was I couldn't find very much of those plants. We were going to have to ration our food until we recovered enough to walk home. The good news was I could already feel my ankle was getting better. Lightening.