My mother would have to put me into public school otherwise. He wanted me to go to the military school he had gone to as a child, a boarding school in...North Carolina. The advantages were twofold: I would continue to be among the elite and I would gain discipline. In other words I would become the son the general never had. Up through my departure Mother remained happy. Within weeks after she missed me. A piece of her had gone, and like the toe of an amputated leg, she ached.She fought her. Tell me if we're going too fast or your nervous about something. All right?" Okay." She said shyly. She reached across the table and gave my hand a squeeze. "I'm feeling better about this." I squeezed back."Good. Me, too." Um. How should we get this started?" Nancy and I have been thinking about that. You ever have a full body massage?" No. Actually, you and Nancy are the only ones who've ever given me a massage, so..."We'd both given her back rubs in the tub."Think you'd like one to help you. Vicky: Hey, sailor. I’ll call @ 9:30 pm…maybe. Sean: Yes, sir!Vicky: kiss kissSean: eww gross A little later, Emilie walked into her Victoria’s room still in her ballet leotard and plunked herself down on her big sister’s lap. Victoria was reminded that Emile really was a precocious little ‘look-at-me’ princess with a mischievous and quirky sense of humour. She really did take after her mom.“Hola, Vickster, Emilie said with a Latin flourish, before switching to her best 1950’s wife voice and. Your hands gripped the hiking stick as you took step after step, determinedly looking down as well, but when you noticed I had stopped, you looked up, saw me stopped, smiled and caught your breath. Beads of sweat that had formed on your brow rolled down your checks, and you casually wiped them off with the handkerchief you had picked up as a souvenir from the little general store in the town at the trailhead. The sunlight glinted off of your lower lip, as you lightly panted, before taking the.