“Please don’t be upset with me,” she said.“I’m not! I have no reason to be upset.”“I want to do it. I really do. But I can’t now!”�...And that’s OK, too. When you’re ready, you’ll know. I promise I’m not upset or angry or frustrated. You’re a sweet girl and if you’d like a hug, you can have one.”She smiled and melted into my arms. I hugged her tightly for a moment, then let her go.“Thanks,” she said.She kissed my cheek and then went upstairs. I followed her, meeting Liz at the top of the stairs. I. “I’m very worried about Karen,” Wendy sighed as Dan drove through the Hen House parking lot looking for her car. “Maybe she isn’t here yet or decided not come or go somewhere else,” she added as Dan parked the Shelby.“I had better call and let someone know that we might lose cell reception inside the Hen House,” Wendy mentioned. “They’ve all gathered back at the house to wait until midnight. No sign of Karen anywhere. Tina and Bobbie are there now and the family told them about Karen,” she. Along the sides of the mouth, clearly visible as the thing snapped at the wolf, were double rows of slender, vicious-looking teeth at least three inches long, maybe longer. It was strong and big, giving even the wolf a struggle.Lobo was growling; something the wolf seldom did. Its bite had apparently not severed the spinal cord, because the thing kept snapping its jaws and trying to twist its long-neck around to get at the wolf with those vicious, needle teeth. Now and then, Lobo would release. Mom ended by telling her she would take care of things and that I would see her tomorrow.My mother spoke to me, "John, there is something wrong here. You and Cara need to talk and get this worked out. She was crying when we hung up. I don't care what you think, Cara loves you and you need to get that head of yours on straight."There is no use arguing with mom. She's probably where I got this bull headed gene from anyway. I went over to the couch and tried to sleep. I was getting pretty used to.