It's a rough life.In an hour or so the music started and the crowd moved in toward the stage. Many were as toasted as we were the night before. And on...the mobs of Southern girls, it looked good. These were sensible women who knew enough to dress for the climate. Did I tell you just how steamy hot and humid it is in the Low Country in August? What clothing that was worn was tiny and thin. No one seemed to be showing too much, (after all, this was the South), but modesty and shyness were turned. "Why?"Elizabeth clenched her teeth and pulled Andy to the side of the hallway. The bell was about to ring and the area would soon be packed with kids heading to the early lunch period."That asshole from the middle school called here this morning," she said. "He wanted your school records. It's a good thing I was in the office because Monica probably would have given them to him. She's such a dumbass." Why did he want my records?" Andy asked."He said he suspected you of having an inappropriate. In short, I had all the air of not being able to wait the arrival of my lord B——, though he was now expected in a very fews days: nor did I wait for him, for love itself took charge of the disposal of me, in spite of interest, or gross lust.It was now two days after the closet scene, that I got up about six in the morning, and leaving my bedfellow fast asleep, stole down, with no other thought than of taking a little fresh air in a small garden, which our back parlour opened into, and from. When I arrived home for the summer break, my older brother waswaiting for me at the house. He looked glum when he let me in. "Ithink you're going to have to rethink your plans for the future, Mel.Mom has cancer."BAM! That was blunt! He didn't waste time cutting to the quip. Mymouth and suitcase dropped down suddenly, and my heart sank, all atthe same time. Before I got a chance to ask him how or what happened,he added:"She's already in the hospital. Dad's with her, and so is my wife. Iknow it's.