Most were from Bharat and her friends here. A few were just from colleges and other silly things but she went through each and every letter carefully....Bharat had written her diligently over the fours years she was gone, just as he had said. Many of the letters were silly and just keeping her up to date on the local highschool gossip while a few included the feelings he had for her. The one she sat to the side as Bharat sat on the bed watching her was one dated about a month before her parents. ‘I need to keep my head on straight.’ ‘I’m worried about you. What are you looking at out there?’ Lorette asked, taking a step closer. ‘The sunrise. I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been here.’ ‘Seems like I can’t remember being anywhere else,’ Lorette returned. ‘I want to see my father.’ Camille straightened with a grimace, turning to face the forlorn woman at her side. She laid a comforting hand on Lorette’s arm, hoping the small gesture would alleviate some of her sadness. ‘I know, honey. I. I invited him to eat with us."Boy, them's some of the best vittles I'd had in the longest time. Now tell me sumthin. How'd you get cheer. Or tell me how'd I got here iffn' you knowd. As far as I can reckon, the last time I was in a town, that damn Whig Harrison was elected pres-o-dent o the unity states and twern't none of us Haganses pleased bout it neither-wise."Let's see Washington, Adams, Jefferson, Madison, Monroe, JQ Adams, Jackson, Van Buren and Harrison. Wm Henry Harrison. Caught cold. The stick wasn’t a stick at all. It was actually made from a piece of half inch PVC water pipe. It was four feet long, too long to be called a cane. It also had a completely different purpose. It was to discourage aggressive dogs, and teenagers. The pipe was stiffened by adding three unnecessary coupling, as well as a tee coupling on top. The topper also had a five eights inch in diameter, and four inch long bolt run through it. There were three nuts on the end. Then the all the excess bolt was.