Let’s see, there’s Deena and Haley and Carlita and Brindy and Camila and so I’m told, a new one, Abby, product of the recent turmoil in Deena’... life. Cindy’s tracking progress towards degrees. I think there’ll be a bunch before the end of this year.It’s a lovely two hours from wheels up in Auburn to wheels down in southwest Louisiana. I really did pay attention to the flying. Cindy’s after me to get ALL the ratings. That’s a commercial license and instrument rating. We don’t own a multi-engine. I motioned him to come in a take a seat under my totally inadequate umbrella.“It’s lunch time. You wanna join us?” I said. He gave me a look.“Yes, sure, if your offering,” he said. I nodded.“Soups on,” yelled my wife from inside the house.He followed me in and the look on my wife’s face was totally precious.“Yes, it’s really him,” I said, “and no I hadn’t invited him. He looks older huh?” Okay I was being a trifle snide and daring him to reciprocate—memories of a spitting contest of a. She could not tie her elbows by herself and then release at the end, and this is why she never ties her elbows. Now she was tied in a way she could not free herself and the idea pushed her to nuts.All her struggle was fruitless though. In the meantime John got the 2 keys dangling from her collar and get hold of it unclipping from the collar hook, stealing her last possibility to free herself. She was now prisoner of her own self bondage in a way she could have never imagined.Stay cool – told. Well, maybe not quite that extreme. Still, they didn’t travel easily. Emily had taken a bus home for Christmas and again rode the Greyhound back for the new year. She had repeated the ride when school ended for the summer.When she arrived back home her family was, of course, glad to see her. Her friends from high school still acted as they previously had as did others in the area. Yet somehow things seemed a little different. It wasn’t exactly that Emily didn’t feel that she belonged here any.