Just call him, she chastised. You don’t know where you are. Her fingers were hovering over the phone’s touch pad when she saw a large white Ford p...ckup flushed against the side of a fairly clean golden yellow mobile home, Caleb’s newly restored red Schwinn braided within the front grill. Peyton parked her car behind the Ford, just briefly wondering if she should have brought her father’s shotgun for protection. She stepped out of the car and glanced around the neighborhood, finding the silence. She delivered a healthy baby boy. But we couldn't stop the bleeding. One of the widows helped with the delivery, but nothing worked. The packing gave Becky time to hold and nurse her son once before she died. And to say goodbye.I thought I was going to lose my mind. I held her and cried all night. Karen and Mary took care of the baby. One cow was dry, but the other still produced milk. So they had milk for the baby.At daybreak, I went to Becky's favorite spot on the mountain and dug her grave.. I looked up further. The only thing covering her sex was the same thin leather thong she had worn since delivering the invitation that morning. Just as I remembered, her lips were full and I wondered if they were heated with her desire. Again it felt as if I had actually reached out and touched her, felt her heat, felt the fullness of her lips. At the same time I caught a slight intake of breath from Alexandria."What are you doing?" she asked through gritted teeth. "You're not supposed to touch. Such action would lead to a new vibrant community made possible by providing the funding for a town flat on its arse after the war.Fortunately for this tiny rural town it attracted the attention of BJ Belk, who owned the Southern National Bank. It was the first and only bank to open since the town’s only other bank went bust years before. BJ proved to be the investor the town desperately needed, and despite some not so great things that BJ insisted on, the town prospered and the town’s people.