" Ok. Get carrying." She moved towards the house, dropping the axe in the wet soil."HEY!" I sputtered."Yes?" She turned, smirking at me. Her white t-s...irt was slightly mud spattered, with small bits of wood and the obvious residue of sweat on it as well."Please help?" I asked nicely, retrieving the axe and placing it back on the woodpile. I grabbed at one corner of the tarp, and waited patiently.Helen tromped to the other corner, and together we pulled the wet tarp over the woodpile again,. " Oh, my Lord! I ain't never had that much money of my own. I do not know what I will do with it, but I guess that I can find something to do with it."I looked at her and grinned. "Honey, there ain't never been a woman born what cannot figure out a way to spend money!" Helen swatted my arm, but I was already asleep from the laudanum, so I never felt it.****Four weeks later, I was up and about. I was still moving gingerly, but I was able to ride a horse if I had a mounting block. I was no longer. I’ve warned you repeatedly, Miss Taylor, and now it’s too late. You’ve failed the class and that’s that.”“If you fail me I can’t graduate!”“I did not fail you, you failed yourself. You can stay another semester and put some effort into it.” The girl started to protest some more, but the professor raised a dismissive hand. “Your failing grade stands, Miss Taylor. Good night.” He didn’t even say, “I’m sorry,” because he wasn’t. Dr. Carlson had little patience with students who tried to slide. He read my storiesin Kristen’s and wrote me that e-mail.Ready for the e-mail? Here goes it…“Dear Tia,I just read your story and all I can say is that I lovedit. It was great!! You have a definite talent forwriting. And if that story was based on fact, what ayouth you must have had! Your story was great… I evengot excited reading it (but don’t tell Darryl, he mightthink that his Dad is a dirty old man… actually I am,but he doesn’t need to know.