I remembered catching Leveria practicing with my bow and arrow. She was always so jealous of the way father lauded over my archery skills, and so she ...eased me at every opportunity for engaging in such a masculine activity. I remembered the way she clumsily nocked a practice arrow, drew it, and shot it across the barn. The arrow missed its mark by six yards, and thudded into the wall over the haystack. I remembered the way I laughed at her, and I remembered the mortification that crossed her. So then you will have to call me to set up sometime to give it back to me." He said kissing her lightly on the cheek he walked back to the cab and hit the end of the cab telling it it could leave. "What are you doing?!?" Grace asked taking a few steps away from her building to watch him walk down the street. Matty turned around but kept walking, "walking home! I am not so cold anymore!" x-x-x-x-xGrace was sitting in her office and glanced down at her phone and then over at Matty's jacket that. I’m glad you came,’ I replied, kissing his roughened cheek. ‘I’ve been looking for you,’ he continued, ‘where are you camped?’ ‘On the other side of those trees, closer to the bathhouse,’ I replied. ‘There are families.’ Catching my hint, he steered us through his group’s encampment, away from the crowd. Reaching our destination, he ducked down to open the tent’s zipper, ushering me in, glancing about to ensure our privacy. The moment he was in, he closed the door behind him, and I was in his. A few of the seats would have to be replaced, and there were an awful lot of small holes. It became obvious to me by just looking at the pattern of damage that someone was really intent on my demise. Their gunfire had followed me all over the auditorium wherever I had run. I check the entire aisle to see if there were any injured people, but it didn't appear that way. I watched the projectionist booth windows warily, but I was pretty sure that the shooter was gone. I stepped up to the stage.