Liu shook his head at his dad and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. He stood on the front porch and lit a cigarette to calm his ...aging nerves. When he finished his cigarette, he lit another, then another before finally entering the house again. This time, he would try to reason with his mother. He entered the kitchen where his mother was waiting at the table, her hands clasped together. He decided to use the direct approach and face whatever consequences later. “Mom, dad. “You did good. Just know that.”And I meant it. This was an amazing creature and I’d surely miss her as we carried on in her absence. Ending her life filled me with a deep sadness, though I couldn’t show it in front of the boys.Worse of all I’d have to do this the old fashioned way as none of us were carrying firearms. Our guns were safely stored in the chuck wagon and that had to be a thirty minute walk from here.“I’ll have to do this by hand,” I said more to myself then to anyone else. “Give. But if she didn't push hard enough she worried he wouldn't take her seriously.She stepped closer and leaned in to whisper in his ear "daddy... I want this. I want you." The words seem to trigger him back to life and she felt his hand lightly squeeze her breast. His head dipped down to the crook of her neck where he started to place soft kisses that soon turned to little nibbles as he worked his way up her neck.She could feel the speed of his breathing increase as his finger put a firm pressure. She had studied ballet as a youth. This accounted for her fluid movements. Her family had struggled to give her, as the only child, every educational advantage available to a black girl back when being black was difficult. She had risen to the challenge making high academic marks and good impressions with her ‘white mannerisms’ and cultured speech. She had an earned PhD in early childhood development from the University of Virginia. She chose to teach grade school because she loved the children.