Of course, Jack wouldn't miss not having a camera.He was turning into the parking lot before I knew it. It seemed more crowded as the teams that were ...laying got nearer the championship.We entered the gym and I checked around but didn't see Daddy or Wanda. It was a little early for them, anyway. I went into the dressing room and changed into my uniform. Some of the girls had seen some of the players from Basset. Listening to them, they were all over seven feet tall. We'd find out soon enough.We. All of us had moved away from the cars and onto the edge of the drainage ditch that ran along the road just in time. The vans were jammed together, one pushing the other.The shooting had stopped in the first and second van. They were riddled with bullet holes from us but they were still moving ahead at least 40 miles an hour.The driver of the dump truck jumped out and dove into the drainage ditch beside the road just as the vans slammed into the Suburban and shoved it back into the dump. I’m really pretty torn over this right now.’ ‘It all sounds so complicated. Does your church require that a Catholic priest officiate when we get married?’ ‘No, but I’m supposed to get a dispensation from my parish priest if we’re going to be married by a Protestant minister.’ ‘I don’t know,’ Jen said, ‘about all of this stuff. I just know that making love with you is so wonderful that it just can’t be wrong.’ Then she kissed me, and kissed me again, and kissed me again. ‘I mean, I’ve been a. The other, I’m ashamed to admit, had more to do with my own stubbornness. If I relied on my father’s teachings, it would somehow validate our time together. I couldn’t have that. He had to be wrong, forcing me to spar with him every weekend. I mean no good could ever come of it, right? Well since our talk on Saturday, I started reevaluating my feelings and realized the heart of my resentfulness stemmed mainly from the dreaded Christmas incident. Yes, he had most definitely gone overboard with.