A sharp cry announced my son, James Brian Nelson, had made his grand entrance. Colleen collapsed on the bed. Rebecca and Yolanda went to work cleaning...our son up, helping him breathe, and loving him as he experienced his first moments of life outside the womb. Rebecca measured and weighed my son. He came into the world, officially, at six pounds, eight ounces, and was seventeen inches tall. Rebecca announced the measurements and then lowered him into Colleen's arms. She and Millie cried. Janet had been helped out of the boat by a cop, while another cop helped Melinda out of the water.Sandra could hear how the cop that had helped Melinda asked her where her clothes were. After Melinda had answered him that she had no clothes with her, because she was on an ADP punishment, the cop had given another cop an order to get something. But for now, Melinda just stood there with them, naked and dripping wet."Sandra!" Veronique said to get Sandra's attention back to her. However, Sandra. Harwood was the first, followed by Argusville and Gardner.“Yer look an’ soun’ a bit smarter den de average ‘obo,” she said.“I do?”“Aye,” she deadpanned, “Also, Oi was wonderin’ why yer wearin’ a Rolex watch, an’ don’t tell me it’s a fake cos Oi knoo it isn’t.”“It was my dad’s,” I told her.“Why ain’t ya hocked it by’ naw?” she asked.“It was my dad’s, I said.”“Ah.”“Wherefore the ‘Ah’?” I asked.“Yeh loved yer ol’ dad. Yer must be runnin’ from yer ma.”“How do you know I am running?” I asked, not. He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to erase the terrible memories. Mrs. Victoria Scottsdale use to love this time of year. Spring meant color and warmth. The bright colors of the new flowers and fresh grass filled the scenery. The days were longer and brighter and filled with the songs of returning birds. It had made her feel alive. She stood in front of small flower shop, flower pot in hand, eyes closed, her face lifted to catch the last rays of the sun. It wasn’t always that way..