When she got close, she began to talk.“Oh, yes, baby. Do me that way. Yes, yes, oh, YES! DAVID!” she screamed as she got off.I watched in stunned ...ilence as she slowly came back to life. Then she hopped up, looking re-energized, and almost bounced out the door.I stopped the video and used the software to cue up to the part when she came back to my room with my clean clothes.Tuesday December 6Manaia and Fritz met me out front.“I’m going to let Manaia go with you on your run. I want to meet with. There was a contretemps between him and Miss Frobisher earlier, and I fear that his treatment of her on the occasion was, on her part, frightening.”“Frightening? What was Daddy up to? That is not him, normally.”“He had his own worries, miss, but the subject is not one I can talk about for the present. Suffice it to say, he lost his temper and began shouting at her, making heinous accusations. I was able to arrive and intervene verbally, and calmed the situation somewhat.”“That sounds horrible,. I like my Creole, Cajun, and Louisiana Zydeco music. We didn't have much in the way of instruments out there, so when we got together a fiddle, washboard, and washtub bass was about all folks could make music on. But I once heard an opera recording in school and realized there was other music. I begged and pleaded until Pop finally spent thirty-five dollars for a five-band transistor radio that I listened to every night. AM was pretty worthless, and we were pretty far from most of the FM. “Wait just one more second, remember we’re meeting the girls too, so make sure about this afternoon when we all get home.”“Gotcha, see you in about three hours,” Ben grabbed his bike and waved as he turned the corner. I went back home, and played a few video games, then fell asleep in the big chair in front of the TV in the den.“Rick wake up, it’s time to get up and get going,” Mom said. I jumped up and looked at the clock. I still had thirty minutes before I met the others. I went to the.