A few hours past, he too slumbering, until finally, he heard movement. she was awake if groggy. He helped her from the great coffin of a sideboard, si...ting her down and feeding her sips of the water. Then in a most unladylike voice she looked at him and exclaimed, “WHERE THE FUCK ARE-WE!” he laughed, said “was that the way for a lady of such an order to speak?” Which caused her to look down at her habit and blush, He added that “her guess was as good as his, but he hoped she liked coconuts!” he. Would she ever see home again? Would she even survive to see the world beyond the tent? What would become of her?Or of Sweetness? Did she even know that Joy had been blown to pieces? Or that the factory where she'd lived was now nothing but rubble and smoke? She gazed at the young girl sadly. So thin. So helpless. And she must have led such a sad life. Fucking for a living. And a living that had been a dank hole in the ground, in a Kingdom where her very blindness was as good as a death. It took me about an hour and a half to finish mowing the front yard because it was so tall I had to mow and rake it twice to get it to a manageable level. When I had finished she opened the front door and invited me in for lunch and to cool down. As I walked through the door she smiled as I went by her and from the corner of my eye I saw her look down at my bare torso and bite her lower lip with a mischievous grin. She closed the door behind me and put her hand on my shoulder and pointed toward. For years I've wondered if it was a suicide. When they recovered her body, there was no sign of anything wrong, or of any struggle she had put up. I remember looking at her, and not believing she was really dead. My father changed after her death, became even more distant with both of us. He worked all the time after that. Bunny and I practically had to finish raising ourselves. That was when I began taking golf seriously. It was my escape from everything. I withdrew from most social.