The girls did those, while we all discussed what to do next.There were quite a few possibilities for our return home, so the conversation took a while... but by 8:30am we'd decided.We packed up our gear, leaving our non-perishable food in the cabin. Just in case something messy happens at home which requires me to prove I'd been at the cabin, I borrowed a blank page out of one of the girl's school pads and wrote a note thanking the cabin owner for the use of his cabin, apologized for not asking. It wasn't something that Mr. Strom could have possibly engineered. I was, I'm told, suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning compounded by altitude sickness. Those of us from the flats may have noticed shortness of breath; we're over seven thousand feet up here."Mr. Strom acted in the finest fashion of Americans -- he risked his life to save mine at considerable risk to his own. He saw to me and saw that I had the best medical treatment that the rather severe circumstances permitted. What. Now, tell me what your plan is. I’ll type it and text it to you.” Her lips curled into a mischievous smile. “I’ll start you off. Top on the list, of course - Fuck Meghan a lot.”I laughed and replied, “I like my list already.”“Me too,” she smiled. “Your turn.”“I don’t know where start.”“It’s easy, Vincent. Start with something you really wanted to do, but, you never got around to doing it.”“Drive across the country again. I did it once when I was younger,” I replied.She smiled. “Easy, isn’t. .. I also periodically wentover to the next dressing room to make sure that Tanisha was able todress herself adequately. For one of the changes, James had picked out asparkly-blue knee-length gown that Tanisha would be expected to wear fora school-dance. The disgust on Tanisha's face was evident when Iswitched over to her dressing room and helped her pull the dress up overher blue tights..."Dad, this is so sissy," she said."Keep yo' voice down girl," I replied, "You knows they all can hear.