ART 4 THE PLANTING OF HEAVAN'S SEEDHeavan has her huge tall daughter carry me up to the next floor where there was a special bed constructed with a sm...ll pocket that her daughter lay me down into it so my body was sunk down even with the bed ,strapping me in so I could not move or resist what ever Miss Heavan had in store for me , some thing about I being the one for the use ,for what use.Miss Heavan entered the room and sat next to me on the bed and told me what I had been chosen for "He'll grow out of it" said his Grandmother Jones, unconvincingly "It's just a phase"The other adults nodded, all unconvinced but unsure what else to do, James was his own person and would do what he would do.What he did was to continue, contentedly, on the periphery of any social group he was 'in'. He was joined to Wolfcubs and was content to be a seconder, and then a sixer, with little of the normal desire of young boys to exert authority over others. What he would do was analyse a situation. “Just enjoy it.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After a week at her new school Terry had made a couple of friends. There was Mick, Rebecca, Karen, a girl in her gym class named Mary and even Amanda. Amanda didn’t hang with Terry in public, but nights were a. Of course when the baby was born white there was all hell let loose. I had shamed the family and they wouldn't have the baby in the house." My god, that's so awful. Where did you go?" To my sister first, and then an aunt offered to help. She looked after Bernie while I finished school, went to university then trained as a doctor for six years. I hardly knew Bernie at all. Now my aunt is sick so I have my daughter back at last. We've lost the bond, however, and we are working on getting to know.