They were vague and unformulated plans, but obviously they wouldclash with the accepted values of the person who would now be my legalguardian until t...is body reached the age of eighteen. Also I knewenough about the law to realize that until I reached that symbolic dateI would have no say in how the insurance proceeds were spent. Themental activity engendered by this sudden interest in making plans formy future had a very surprising effect. For the next hour I wasundisturbed by sensations in my. Something is written, but it is difficult toread."... making cows ... us" Don't ... night ... solder is raping ..." ...no way ... I will try to ... hope ... kill me"I hear guards are starting to check cells for remaining people and comeout. I walk in the line terrified by my discovery, wondering what isgoing on. The medical office is getting close. Without thinking I turnmy left sleeve up and with one motion I step aside and turn aroundjoining people coming out of the office.I make a step,. Hauling myself out of the sleeping bag turned out to be a real chore. My stiff muscles protested every move I made and my back was killing me. Payback for not having an air mattress. The atmosphere in the tent was rather brisk, a polite way of saying, “too damn cold.”First things first, I crawled naked past our saucepan, AKA: a chamber pot. Screw it! I didn’t want to bother cleaning our makeshift toilet; besides, we would later need to melt snow to replace our drinking water. I crawled to the. I mean, she practically jumped out of her chair. "You're just a boy!"She didn't mean that, I didn't think. She meant I was her boy. My mom knew better than anyone that I could make a baby. I mean, I'd knocked her up and she hadn't said, "Hold on! You're just a boy!" She sorta liked the idea, or so I believed, because if she hadn't, my mom could have gotten an abortion easily enough. Except we were catholic and she hated abortion. Anyway, I'm just saying that my mom didn't want me seeing Mrs..