”I laughed and muttered, “So long as you realize I’m going to blame you for all the wrong turns I make.”She smiled and sat back in her seat an... gave a contented little burp. She shot me an embarrassed grin.“I take it that means you’re done?”She nodded.I paid our bill, and we headed out to check on the car. Zoe stopped me at the door and put her good arm around my neck and standing on tiptoes reached up and kissed me.She whispered, “Thank you for being here for me.”I said jokingly, “I am your. After the autopsy Michael’s remains were returned to the small town of Roseboro, where he was buried in the family plot. The casket was closed for the ceremony, since he was a mess from the accident. Presumably there was more than one piece of Michael still missing. The car over the cliff accident might not in itself seem so significant. It was a sign of the times that really made the accident seem, just a hair east of dead straight. The file noted that Michael’s stock portfolio went from over. We were a year and a half apart in age and kept no secrets from each other. We would see each other nude talk about sex openly and share any Playboys or Pethouses we found of dads or got from a friend. It wasn't uncommon for one of us to catch the other masturbating. The one doing the deed would cover up and the other would point and laugh typically, no big deal.We lived in the country and one day we about a mile from home when we spotted something in a culvert. It was two grocery bags full of. Where we lived in eastern South Dakota the local lake situated on the town limits has a spillway to divert spring floodwaters and a highway bridge over and spanning it. When the ice melts in late March or occasionally early April the volume of water that goes over creates a maelstrom below and certain death if anyone ever fell in with the heavy blocks of ice and uprooted young trees carried in the surprisingly strong currents. But by May the waters recede and by early June the small weir below.