Angling upward so the bullet went into his brain, rattling around in his cranium without exiting."Goddamn," Tommy breathed as I took my gun apart and ...ut it back in my purse. I looked at him and smiled. "What do we do now?" he asked.I straightened my dress and checked myself in a mirror hanging on the wall. "Well, first we go eat, and then I feel like dancing." I glanced at my date. "You do know how to dance, right?" Oh! Hell yeah!" He grinned. "I'm from Brooklyn!" And then, if you dance real. " He then went on to tell about what had occurred the night before in the dining hall. Drapper had already heard but said nothing. He let Mathew get out the words and the rage. At last with another deep breath, Mathew was done, his rage had burnt out, leaving him feeling tired and helpless, a feeling no man cares to deal with. "You bounced her on your knee when she was naught but a babe, you taught her how to sit her first pony. Many's the time yea picked her up off the ground and tossed her. I'd had to take a lot of it before, daily when I hit puberty, and then Mom had decreased it gradually. Now at just fifteen, I took a shot every 72 hours and that was probably a little more than I needed, although the doctors disagreed with me. Eventually though I'd be down to taking a booster just once or twice a month and I was looking forward to that. It was what my mom had told me, all her predictions for my future, and so far Mom had been pretty right.She'd been right about my tits and I. Okay, that brings us up to date as I sit here. It has been two weeks since the last confrontation. Karen and Randy have come in and sat at their usual table. I'm beginning to think Karen is wavering about not talking to me. Why else would she and Randy keep coming to Smokey Joe's? There are other BBQ joints around. She knows how stubborn I can be and that I will keep coming back.Karen's eyes widen as I walk up to the table. Randy was sitting in a chair without arms and had no trouble standing.