'No its not. im telling you Monique, its a fact!' 'No it aint, Roy!' she said back. They continued to go back and forth. 'Bet.' he told her. 'Bet,on w...at?' Monique said in a challenging tone. 'That i can prove a tomato is a fruit.' 'Aight, bet. whats the grounds?' Monique inquired. 'If, no, when i prove that my point is valid, i want... i want your panties.' 'My panties?' Mo asked to be sure she heard right. 'Yeah, the pair you got on now.' Roy said rubbing her crotch. 'Who says im wearing. Is that what you want to happen, Sammy?But K.O. isn't what I'm writing about; it's Mom. She's been having headaches, so bad that she has to stay home from work. She thinks something is growing inside her head but the doctors can't find anything.Some days she's so sick that I have to stay home from work too because I don't dare leave K.O. with her when she's hurting so badly.Let your conscience be your guide but I urge you to come for a visit before it's too late.Thanks again for the money. It. ********************************** She walked along the street oblivious to the beautiful day. She was grateful that she knew her route home so well. Her body was on automatic, as her mind raced. Someone had been sending her little gifts all week. She would read the notes and cards, and her heart would race. She had a feeling that it might be Jake. The one man that she had loved so completely, and being so naïve as to think he could love her back. She wasn’t sure why she thought it might be. The flea market opened at six, and we had promised the four boys we were taking, that we'd be there when it first opened. For most of the boys, having their own, spendable, money was a new experience. Emily had come up with the idea of taking four of them shopping at a time. I don't think she was thinking about garage sales, flea markets, or outdoor auctions. We provided transportation and supervision, and the boys walked around, looking everything over carefully, before parting with any of.