Dennis was a builder and owned his own company in Indianapolis while Sandra was a stay-at-home wife and mom for most of their marriage. Katie was twen...y-four at the time. She was their only daughter and had taken time off from her job in Chicago at a television station to make the trip with her parents to see her favorite aunt and uncle. Holly and Nick were still dressed like they had come from work, Nick in a suit and Holly in one of her business suits with the jacket and blouse form fitted. I respected that rite of survival and generally imitated the folks around me at such times knowing that eating and sleeping and other natural human needs had to be attended to in the cause of survival and the hope of winning final victory in any struggle.Kit and I sat in a makeshift restaurant tent shaded from the glaring sun by the damaged canvas. The windowless place was stood on a platform of transport pallets to at least keep our boots out of the mud of the filthy street outside.I noticed. “You’re going with Taylor?” he says with disgust.“Yes, I told you I have a date,” I look him in square in the eye.“But I thought…” he starts but this time, I interrupt him.“Well, you thought wrong. Please let go of my arm,” I murmur. He hesitates and I see the look of someone broken inside. For a moment, I see a glimpse of my best friend, the guy who has been my confidant for years, but then he starts to move and his grip tightens so much, I cry out in pain.“Get off her!” Mark growls, quickly. " Why? It looks good like this." Well, I can only do so much with it myself. It's hard to do more than braid it sometimes so I need it a little shorter, like to the middle of my back or something. It won't be easier but at least I might be able to do more myself. Plus it will probably look healthier if I cut it." Oh, okay. What else do you want to do?" I don't know maybe add some more highlights, maybe feather it in front so it frames my face, that would look cute, wouldn't it?" Yea" See,.