She said she was about to start a Denver Omelet. She told me to get my sexy ass out of bed, her Omelets were not good cold.God I loved that woman.I wa... waking them up at Fay's mother's house at six thirty.Fay and I loaded every thing out of our old apartment but the furniture.She had no idea how small that trailer was but she knew it might be a long time before we came back. She wanted to leave nothing we might need.It was a good thing I bought that trailer.It was noon before we were loaded and. They’re in the back yard…it’s getting damn hot out there…you two aren’t afraid of dogs, are you?’ Both men indicated that they were not. ‘Good. I’m going to let them in. They’ll bark—might even growl—but they won’t hurt you…as long as I tell ’em not to.’ The man went to the back door and admitted three dogs: a massive blue Great Dane, an oversized grey Weimerarner and a brown sled dog of unknown breed. The dogs barked once each, growled, sniffed and then laid down in a semi-circle in front of. I step aside a bit, and let those that have moved closer see the color developing, then flog them a bit longer. This time I am not so gentle, and with each stroke, your body jerks. “Oohhh,” you cry out, then bite your lip to silence yourself. Your face reddens as you hear the whispers coming from those watching. I hear the click of a couple of cameras, and see several people near the front holding up cell phones. I wonder again if you know any of them, or if they know you. I finally stop. . "I had to protect you."I know you would give your life to save me."I couldn't let that happen."Now I have to leave."Please don't blame yourself."It's not your fault."I was broken a long time ago, long before we met."I'm sorry,"I love you,"Julie."She printed the note, and then stapled the lyrics page, torn from the first CD liner, to the bottom of the note. It was Macy Gray's "The Letter."At the top of the page, she wrote simply, "Mom." She took a highlighter, and applied it to the words:"Mama.