When school started, we would be going to different schools. I was a sophomore going to the high school. He was in ninth grade in the junior high. Tha... meant different buses; different time schedules and he would be out of my sight most of the day. Fortunately one of my girl friend's sister was also in ninth grade so she passed along reports from time to time about who he was hanging with. It was too bad that she wasn't his type or most of my problem would already be solved.Step one was to get. During the customary mourning period of her husband, she said it repeatedly under her breath - free, free, free! The vacant look that was present in her utterance followed it into and escaped her eyes, they remained bright and keen. She kept saying free! Body and soul free. She has gone through customary mourning period till 13th day ceremony for the sake of society concealing her pleasure and freedom. On 15th day after her husband's demise, She received a letter from an unknown. Yes, yes now I must go my bus is coming, goodbye little Bee. The old lady ran to the corner of the side walk as a bus pulled up, giving one more wave the old women disappeared on to the bus. Stuffing the apples in the pockets of her coat Bee walked off once again, it wasnt until Bee made it home that she remembered. . .she had never told the old lady that she was in love with Two men are that her name was Bee. * * * She had been a way for two weeks, longer then she had ever been and all she. ..I'll call the police...you're a bastard," were just some of the choice remarks my mom rained down on my departing back. 2:45 a.m. PARENTS BEDROOM"Where were you? Was it that bastard Parker?" Dad demanded, his hate for the man obvious. As I watched them on the grainy tape I realized that maybe dad had known what had been going on."No." Who was it then?" I don't know." You don't fucking know!" dad screamed. "Weren't your fucking eyes open?" He was in a costume." You had sex with someone and you.