But, maybe I would find some girl to be with, if things did not go like they usually did when I tried to find a girlfriend. Anyway, Jennifer was my gi...lfriend before she left. I couldn't just forget that. I didn't know what to do.The confused part I mentioned not only had to do with my relationship (or lack of) with Jennifer, but also mom. Since dad left, then her best friend and her daughter, mom had started doing alot of church work again. Oh, she was home in the evenings, but even when she. Then she said that we should get ready to catch the train to the sugar estate and also asked me not to tell anything to the others.I said mom we are not going today, we will go by bus tomorrow, I already called Marc telling him you could not get the pension today. She was upset, I told her that I wanted we both stayed and have a wonderful night together, she said that I am a crazy boy, she would never thought something like that from me, I told her that for some time she was in my mind. I said. It's not so long," Jan said gently as she knew how, patting Marge's back like a handler gentling an upset horse. The whole thing was strangely peculiar. It was not normal for a woman to get so upset over leaving a dog behind for two weeks. Jan looked down at where Rex had slid down onto the kitchen floor, his handsome big head resting on his forepaws. The dog's eyes seemed to be studying her very intently -- but why on ever for?Or was she merely imagining it? She was so upset herself of late. Sherry, my older sister, preferred the gay biker look, bleaching her already blond crew cut hair totally white, while I was your typical ponytail girl.She wore leather and jeans while I liked skirts and twills.By the time we got to high school, she had already lost her cherry and her grades were horrendous, but passing.I was the prodigy, some say as my way of gaining attention because Sherry was certainly getting attention in her own way.Ofcourse, one subject in which Sherry had it all over me.