Jenny was right. I needed to either embrace Kate or release her. What I was doing wasn't right.I got up and went back to work, escaping my thoughts fo... a few hours, losing track of time. I was surprised when Kate walked in and dropped the car keys on the kitchen counter as she shed her coat."Kate! Back so soon?" I asked."Soon? I've been gone almost four hours, Bill," Kate replied as she ambled over to me. She leaned over and kissed me, and I could feel the chill of the outside air on her lips. That wasn't the oddest thing, though. It was the fact he didn't lookunhappy about that. In fact he looked...relieved, fulfilled. It was onlyin some latter pictures of the same child that he developed a look ofhorror and despair so common among the other victims.I felt a strong need to find out exactly why, and worked my way throughthe Dr.'s notes, to try and match the pictures to what was written. Ittook some doing, because of the way the notes were organized, butfinally, I was able to find out. Except in extreme cases, this meant that if caught, nobody was really punished. We were curious kids, and that was it. And nobody in school would likely rat anyone out; everyone knew kids were doing it and while it would be talked about, well, what was the big deal (especially to adults), everyone did it.But now that I was approaching 19, I got the invitation. There were certain unwritten rules: I would not be swinging with a direct relative, so all of those fantasies about doing it with my Dad. Please.”She wanted to scream, to yell, to cry out, “Of course I remember you, I love you, Josh.” But she couldn’t talk, as if in a dream. She faded out a bit again.When she drifted into it again, she heard him again, “ ... gonna lose huh, I can’t lose huh!”Then he bent over her and wrapped his arms tightly around her, which hurt with searing pain that brought her almost fully into awareness, followed by a kiss on her lips that emotionally set her on fire.Jill argued with Josh, “You aren’t going.