I am exhausted. Holding onto, or trying to hold onto, the writhing ship that is my cousin, the tormented and wrecking sinking thing that is he. I get ...ngry sometimes. I get angry these things have happened to him. And that they have happened to us too. I know it’s the nightmare, the real one, but he doesn’t. I know there is a way to fix it. So do they. But they, like I, are selfish. He was such a handsome young man once. He had a melodic singing voice. He was moody and dark a great deal, but he. " boy Mindy I feel like I should be sorry for asking you but I am glad that I did because that mark bothered me I didn't want you to be married and then find out by having some muscle bound professional wrestler look alike hunt me down and pulverize me to Bolivia." She started to laugh and leaned over turned my head a bit toward her and gave me a friendly kiss on the mouth and said " that is what I like about you, you can make me laugh so easily." well I don't do anything special all I do is. I'm too afraid that he might win. If he put you in jail it would kill me. And then he would have won."I took her back in my arms and said, "Erin, I don't know what to do. My mind doesn't work like his. I don't know how to fight this."She hugged me and said, "I know, baby. I don't expect you to fight him. I don't want you to fight him. I'm so afraid right now. But of all of the things that I am afraid of I am most afraid that he will have you put away. I couldn't stand that. It would kill me."I. The bus pulled up and stopped."How where your classes today Miss?" the bus driver smiled."WORK, was fine, sir. Thanks for asking. And please stop calling me miss," Daniel shouted at the top of his lungs."Sorry, lady, just trying to be nice. You seem worried," the bus driver spat back.Then it hit Daniel, something had been worrying him.Damn it I left my purse back... in... the... off... ice... Shit, what's wrong with me, I don't carry a purse.Daniel wished the driver well as he got off at his.