We managed to slow Central down enough that they burned almost all the time on the clock just getting into field goal range. They tried a forty-two ya...d field goal just before the end of the half. Their kicker didn't have a strong enough leg to make the points.We went into the locker room thankful for our precarious lead. The coaches discussed options with the defense to stop, or at least slow down Christian and the Central offense. Coach Graham discussed our plans with the offense. Every one. “Well, the employees of Whitten Avionics, who own 20 percent of the company, that being the remainder left after the family members individual shares, have concluded that the company should be taken public, in hopes of finding a buyer for it. I guess they are trying to make a quick profit.” Harry said, trying to set the scene, he hated the idea of selling off his best friends’ life work.“Even if it came to a vote, they haven’t got the majority.”“I’m just stating what may happen, but you could. That would be my queue. She would call me and as soon as I answered, she'd hang up. But I would fake a conversation that would be with my friend Tony, who lives a couple of houses down from us. I acted as if he told me that he saw someone going in my house. I said to call the police and we'd coming home now. Mom was really nervous cause she didn't know if dad was home. I hauled ass home knowing damn well what was about to unfold. When we got home, I told mom I'd go in first to see if everything. The silence stretched out to a very long moment. Without thinking, I patted the side of her hip to show understanding.At my pat, Abigail sighed and continued. "In 8224, I was in my tenth year. There was a fire here at Qataban, at the girl's monastery. Do you know of it sire?" No. I've only been stationed here for a few months." There was more silence. I realized that even with permission to speak freely, Abigail was going out on a limb to initiate a topic of conversation. "Continue."I felt her.