Thompson, you probably do not remember me, but I am Louis Chandler. I am afraid that I must leave a bit earlier than I had planned. But I want to than... you for hosting me here at your lovely house." Why, thank you, Mr. Chandler," my hostess said with what appeared to be a genuine smile. I felt a bit sad as I thought about the difficulties she unknowingly faced at this point. For I had made up my mind not to wait even a bit in 'this' existence to be the instrument of her husband's undoing with. ‘Grab a mop, sis, and let’s get this mess cleaned upbefore mom gets home.’‘Gee, big brother,’ said Sally, ‘I never noticed thatyour thingy was that big before.’‘Huh? Uh, what are you talking about?’ So she hadnoticed.‘Your boy-thingy,’ she said, ‘you were playing withit.’‘Oh, yeah, that,’ he said lamely and then to himself,‘Let’s just drop it, o.k. sis?’.‘Let me see it again,’. Following lunch, I went with Uncle Thad to look at the various fields. There were youngsters in them already. They were weeding the fields ... with spells.“These are spells that we traded for. They weren’t cheap either, but they save a lot of work, and the youngsters can use them easily. We also have spells to keep the deer out of the crops. Again, they were expensive but necessary. Dang deer can eat up a lot of your crops over time,” he told me.We were back at the house by four that afternoon. The other way around would have been much nicer. The only firm memories I had from the first go around were the ugly green carpet and Trish’s welcoming smile.The carpet was inconsequential, but the smile was preying on my mind, reminding me of one of the greatest injustices I’d ever committed. After she had been so nice to me I tarred her with the same brush that April had earned. Sitting there on a lawn chair I swore that if I didn’t do anything else right this time I would treat her better..