I had seen someone eat a cone just like that before! There she was, firm in my memory, pointed tongue, Lindie at nine or ten, licking her cone from bo...tom to top.I smiled and almost choked on my cone when I turned to see Lindie with her cone. There she was, broad smile on her face halfway through a pass and a glob of ice cream building on her tongue."Like mother ... Like daughter," I said to her.With a swirl and a swallow, she answered, "I taught her how to eat a cone properly, didn't I?" Yup.. Thankyou all for understanding.)Chapter 2When Mark woke up the next day his parents were already gone, as usual.He was no early riser after all. He made some breakfast, gamed a bitmade lunch and went to the skate park. There didn't seem to be any signsthat flyers or anything like that had been spread much to his relief.Yesterday had certainly been a scare, maybe it had just been a cruelprank. After all it had been embarrassing but all things considered notthat much worse than what his. Here he was, serving with the Rebels just like he had dreamed, with a soldier, a real soldier, one who might have shot at his brother. What was the "Cause" now? What was this man fighting for? Was it to own other people, people like his friend Jefferson, the blacksmith? Was his foolish brother right and the noble South wrong?Seth thought about the times in school, back when school was meeting pretty regularly, and he was called "Silent Seth." Afraid to make a mistake. Afraid to be laughed at,. I just facilitated it. Four: my father called you a fucking idiot because he is the old geezer who was in the other car when you drove past him like a fool. Daddy believes there isn’t such a thing as road rage. It’s just that the person in front of him is driving like A MANIAC! And Five: my father is Andrew Adkins. Oh, and six: some of the kids have been playing with fiber optics applications. The sign can only be seen from a particular range of angles from the road. From every other.