With her hand still on his shoulder, the woman threw her head back and laughed, her brunette ponytail swinging from side to side as she shook her head...“Oh, wow. You really don’t remember me, do you!”Half-smiling, Neal tried to place her face but still came up empty. He set his barbells down on the floor, enjoying the view of her sculpted calves and thighs along the way as he stood up again.“I guess not” he said with a slight shrug, trying to play it cool.She placed her other hand on Neal’s. "Can I talk serious with you, Ruth?" I asked."Yes," she said. She looked excited about the prospect of 'serious' talk. "What's it about?" Us." Us?" she said confused."Yes. You know the dream I mentioned? I dreamt about us. We were married and so much in love. You were pregnant and we were so happy."She was silent."What are you thinking?" I asked.She said quietly, "Do you think it was because you were rubbing against me?" No." I shook my head. "I woke up in the middle of the night with my dream.. Another time.Saturday afternoon.I was watching TV in my bedroom. I saw rapid movement in the hallway outside my door. The old man had flashed by and into my parent’s bedroom. The old man never moved fast. Ever.“Uh, oh.”The night before I’d gotten the old man’s shotgun out of their bedroom, loaded it, stuck it out the side door, and blasted it into the night toward the backyard. My parents had gone out for the evening. My older brother was at his girlfriend’s house.Not satisfied, I kicked out. All she could think after dealing with them was the world wouldbe a better place if those same people had the same outrage over the trueinjustices in the world.As the woman walked into the Waldenbooks, to find a couple of books readat the beach vacation, she knew she had to just deal with the smallchance of someone finding objection in what was the mundane. First shelooked at the restroom adjacent to the Starbucks and thought better ofusing it. Too many people just increased her chances of.