She pulled the laptop table around so it would be before her, it swung easily into place and she clicked the on switch and waited, a few seconds later...it sprung to life and she gazed at the image of her preferred screen saver…a photo of the most dreamy male model any woman could have ever seen…well to her eye anyway. ‘Hmm’ she thought as she clicked the internet on to see what she could find for mental distraction, and with a thoughtful roaming of her fingers on the keys she went to a site that. She drew away from me and leaned on the doorjamb. My hands felt oppressively empty without her. As I was musing upon this, she hopped in and closed the door behind her.I helped her back to her bed, this time holding her more tightly. The symphony of moans continued. She seemed to feel comfortable with me, or maybe she wasn't paying attention to me because of the pain in her ankle."Thank you," she said, and pecked me on the cheek before slumping down on her bed."Let me see your ankle," I. His head hurt.Miles heard movement at the top of the hill, and then he was alone, in the forest, in the middle of the night."Great," he said. "Don’t worry about me, I'll just stay here and mind the bears and coyotes." There are no coyotes," said a voice right next to him. Miles screamed. He spun around, tripped, and fell again, landing face down in the dirt."That's not much of a coyote call," said the voice. “But I'm sure you'll get better with practice."The girl was his age, dressed in a green. My relatives, siblings and parents were not on our wedding, but after long hesitation I sent some photos of our wedding to my parents and my siblings after we got back from the honeymoon. To my surprise we got a simple congratulation from my parents and the families of my siblings. Neither any warm words nor any request to rebuild our relationship but this simple congratulation was a simple sign for a better future that perhaps I would return in my family once. I thought I was thirty-nine years.