He'd always known that he was a little different; that there was something 'wrong' with him that couldn't be corrected. Some of those old feelings wer... intensifying now, though, while others were fading. He sometimes caught himself wondering if it wasn't time to take things... to the next step.It was all moot now, of course; he'd have to weather whatever storms Jane and Michelle were going to throw at him before he could start to plan the rest of his life.Jane was making him walk around the. Since my wedding wasn’t until 6PM on Saturday evening, I slept till 1PM Friday. The very first thing I did was to make coffee when I crawled out of bed. Then I sat staring at the coffee pot for fifteen minutes. When it had finally boiled a reasonable amount of time, I poured a cup.Then I sat back on the rear deck and stared at the corn field. I hadn’t felt up to cleaning Earlene’s blood last night, or so far that morning. It was a chore I dreaded like a case of the clap, not that I had suffer. Undoubtedly, there was a dash of laudanum in each drink just to make it easier to fleece the customers.That was brought to my attention because every once in a while, a customer at the bar or at a gambling table would simply fall over into a deep sleep. Two burly men would each grab an arm and drag him through a door behind the bar. I presume that would be when he was robbed. I observed the establishment for about 30 minutes and never saw any of the sleepers return. Were they being shanghaied?I. I’ve always been receptive to nature. Wild streams, skies full of lightning and high ocean waves make me feel small, yet strangely significant. They dominate my body and soul. Last year, my students must’ve thought me crazy when I abandoned them to run into the downpour. Then again, I am deliciously mad by most standards.The afternoon turns into an alleviating evening, but Jordan doesn’t come. At least not to me. I eat without looking at him and retire into my quarters. I only ever open the.