Jar, I know you don’t believe that way but it works for us.”“I don’t but what I believe is for me. I don’t force my beliefs on others but wo...’t permit them to force their beliefs on me either. Who I am and how I am suits me. If who you are and how you are suits you, then, we’re good.”“Okay. Mason and I probably won’t go to church much once we’re married or even before. That’s not the way I was raised. My father only goes on certain days. Mason follows that program normally. That’s one reason. Trying to regain some semblance of normality, I tried to get everyone around the dining table. I knew this bunch LOVED to eat. In more ways than one, actually. But I digress. Food was passed, wine was poured, thanks were given and more congratulations handed to the beautiful couple (that blonde and cafe' au' lait was STRIKINGLY beautiful). Turkey, Ham, Salad, veggies, condiments, WINE was consumed in quantity. Stories were told, Angus with his Scots accent was hilarious telling of his growing. Stevens," I exclaimed, with some surprise, as it was her firstvisit to my quarters. "Is there a problem with the lighting, theplatform, or the electrical service to the gazebo?" Everything is fine," she said. "I came to visit with Amanda."Amanda reverted to shoulder shrug, nod, and shake of the head mode. Itappeared that whenever she was unsure of the situation she'd retreat toher shell."Amanda dear," Mrs. Stevens said. "How would you like to come to theparty tomorrow night?"She shrugged her. .. A practice swing. The bullwhip emitted a portentous swish through the hot, humid air. Mercy tensed at the sound, twisting her head back at him with a maniacal, almost feral look in her eyes. The slave girl then threw her gaze forward, waiting fitfully … trembling, licking frantically around her dry lips. By the time Shepherd drew back the whip for real, her mother’s heart was pounding. As she watched her already abused daughter about to be beaten, blood coursed through all her extremities,.