Helen cried herself to sleep that night.The following morning Mark saw his mother sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. There was a very un...omfortable silence as he got himself a cup of coffee and sat down. The light of a new day made everything seem different. They each blamed themselves for what had happened."Mum..." Mark..." they both spoke at the same time, then laughed nervously."Sorry," Mark said."Mark... uh... we uh... what... happened last night was..." Helen said, struggling. “Does Janet have to be here?” John asked her.“Yes for she needs to learn how to deal with you,” DeRonda replied. “Now get going,” DeRonda added.I stood there watching John as he walked slowly from the living room to the bedroom with his head hanging down. He never even looked at me as he got off the sofa. I watched him slowly enter the bedroom and close the door behind himself. I turned back toward DeRonda who had put that bag up onto the sofa.“DeRonda what are you going to do to him?” I asked. He didn't look like he had slept much either. Finally he looked at me, for a moment. His eyes slid away from mine as though he couldn't stand to look at my face. How could I blame him?"I'm not going to divorce you, Marie."I wanted to spring from the couch and rush to him. God, I was ready to crawl to him for telling me that. I don't know that I ever loved him more than I did in that moment. But all I could do was whisper, "Thank you." But things are going to be different around here, I can tell. You need fuel to keep running on.”“I’ll never run again,” she moaned. “I wasted money on those shoes.”“City folk,” snorted Bob. “You’re all soft and weak. But I’m going to change that, at least in your case. Now, eat.”Twenty minutes later she leaned back.“I’m full,” she said. “I need a nap.”“There are no naps on a working ranch,” said Bob. “What you need is a massage, to loosen up your muscles and work the lactic acid out of them.”“I don’t see any masseuses around,” said Mandy.“You don’t need.